He was out scouting new lands. The lands the pack currently resided in were stained with bad blood, and while the ship was useful and the pack rather attached to it, he wanted to move. Now that the pack belonged to him, there were many things he wanted to change. Of course, he'd take it a day at a time...and he needed to wait until his injuries healed. After the fight with his uncle and his cousin, his tail had become severely damaged and at the moment, he couldn't even move it without feeling pain. He had yet to get it tended to, but he didn't particularly care at the moment. Besides, it's not like he could ask the only healer left in the pack. She was terrified of him, but he supposed that would never change anyway. He had tried, and it was always the same. He tried his best to tear his thoughts away from the pack if even for a moment. He needed to focus on the lands surrounding him, and the walk to this island was interesting enough. He had sent his cockatoo on ahead to scout so that they weren't stuck here for too long. After all, he was sure the path back wouldn't last too long when the tide got higher. And he didn't really feel like swimming if it came down to it. "Ignis"||"Blödhgarm"

Mmmm, an island off the North-East shore of Boreas was a tantalising spot for an explorer. The thin sand bar creeped slowly into existence before her as the tide retreated. It beckoned her with tiny little laps of the ocean, like a sirens call of watery fingers. Who was she to say no?

She sauntered easily along the thin branch of sand, the ocean wind and waves had taken away the scents of any that had gone before her. In this moment, she could imagine it as unexplored lands, beckoning her onwards.

As she finished her crossing, and touched her nose to the wind, she scented rain water. Was there a fresh source on the island? She plunged onwards, ignoring the chill wind that tussled through her coat. She caught the scent of another wolf, and its existence shattered any little imaginings of ‘firsts’ she sighted him a moment later, the rich reds of his coat a curiosity. He walked like a wolf lost in their own world, and his tail held itself strangely still behind him. “Hello to you!” she called out across the distance between them.

"Speech"

"Talk" Walk He wandered. Lost more in his thoughts than he spent actually taking in the sights of the island. Things had progressed so quickly, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Even though he was the one that started it all. Taking the pack over. Fighting his own family...he was practically walking in his father's footsteps, but he knew there was another presence that pushed him to it. Those thoughts had never crossed his mind until...well...he couldn't admit to himself what the reason was. He wanted to forget, but couldn't. For now, he just shoved it as deep down as he possibly could... "Hello to you!" His head jerked up from surprise when he heard someone calling to him, though the voice wasn't one that he recognized. He looked around to see a large she-wolf with vibrant blue in her fur that accented the darker parts of her coat which...even from this distance, he could tell she was rather attractive. He scoffed at himself for the thought. After all, if Corvus didn't return his affections...if Corvus rejected him...he believed everyone else would, too. As he turned to face the direction of the stranger, his tail made to lift with instinct but it only caused him to wince as the appendage refused to move. He knew it was broken...likely destroyed beyond repair, but he supposed he deserved it for doing things the way he did. "Stranger," He called out in turn as he waited for her to reach him.

The red marked wolf turned to look at her, and she would see the intense wash of sunset marked all of him. Even his eyes held a ruby-red gaze. She had heard stories of a creature that stalked the night and drank blood. A creature like that would have eyes like this. She gave a delicious shiver, and glanced up at the shining sun. Yup, still day time. She picked up her pace, moving closer, so she didn’t have to shout to be heard. His tail had started to wag, as through in greeting at her arrival, but it halted suddenly. The awkward angle he held it only seemed more pronounced. "Stranger works, but I like the sound of 'Keetie' more" she introduced herself. He had stopped in his place, giving her a chance to catch up, and she reached him only a moment, a soft breath from the mild exertion of the run escaping her. She grinned at him. “”Man, it’s a nice island you have here. Mind sharing?” Her eyes teased him. She had caught the scent of the pack on him as he approached, but it was obvious to anyone that this wasn’t the territory for it. “I can trade you some healing knowledge for a night here.” She wiggled her brows at him, turning what could have been an innocent statement into something less innocuous. "Speech"

"Talk" Walk "Stranger works, but I like the sound of 'Keetie' more" "Keetie, huh?" He murmured to himself as he waited for her to catch up to him. "Man, it’s a nice island you have here. Mind sharing?” His frown turned slightly up into an amused grin at her energy. He wished he felt that right about now, but he hadn't been able to feel like his usual self since...well...since the last time, he saw Corvus. He missed his old self though. The carefree and hard-working wolf he used to be. It had all ended so abruptly. And he couldn't even pinpoint when exactly he started changing. While he was naive to flirting and all that, he couldn't help but feel like she was...being too friendly. Or at least, that's how he perceived it. After all, he had never really flirted nor had he been flirted with. But his cockatoo, Jasper, was always talking about girls and stuff. But what if maybe she was just the really friendly type...or something. “I can trade you some healing knowledge for a night here.” Okay, maybe that was a little more straightforward? Or so he felt. He would have traded anything for a night here with Corvus...but Corvus wasn't here. "Healing knowledge hm? I guess that can be useful, I'm sure there's nicer places to stay at, but if you insist." He winked, as he carefully sat down. "You can call me Blödhgarm." Considering recent events and the fact that he didn't know what kind of word had gotten out yet, he felt he ought to play it on the safe side and not speak his birth name for a while. After all...he had changed. It was only appropriate that his name change with it, right?

“ Nice is subjective. Right now, nice sounds like curling up at your side” Yup, definitely flirting. She had caught up to him now, but she kept moving, brushing right into his personal space, and drawing in the scent of him. Ooof, his name was a mouthful and a half. “I’ma call you ‘Ar’” she warned him, instead of trying to pronounce what he had given her. She liked a nice simple name that rolled pleasingly off the tongue. Arrrrrr was nice to say. ‘Turn around sweetheart and show me your other end. I’ll see what I can do for your tail.” she suggested to him. Raising a paw, she squished it in a turning motion, her eyes grinning at him. She had to admit, there was a temptation to smack said rump if he did start turning it towards her. But, after that, she’d be as good as her word and see what she could do. "Speech"