A snow derma'd giantess would trot across the warm, humid terrain of the Hot Springs. As she plodded along, heading for a soothing soak in the steamy waters, one would notice a tiny ebony feline padding along beside her, occasionally weaving between the woman's long, lithely muscled legs. A soft whisper of a voice would be heard falling from the she wolf's inky black lips; otherworldly, ethereal, and coated in a faint Russian accent. So, after I take a soak, I'm thinking we go somewhere cold to escape this suffocating heat. The icy temptress said, looking at the tiny black cat. The feline shrugged as best she could while walking, greenish yellow optics focussed warily on the waters before them. Rolling moonstone orbs, the fae trotted into the hot waters, and sank luxuriously into them, closing her eyes slightly and relaxing. The cat simply sat on the edge of the pool and wrapped her tail around her paws, eyes half lidded, relaxing as well. Suddenly, the cat's head shot up, and her tail puffed up. "I don't like the smell of the wolf headed this way, I'm outta here. Be careful." The cat whispered, her pleasant, high voice filling the ivory dame's auds before the cat shot off into the shadows and was gone. A pair of raven's feathers lay flush with a half submerged, long ivory banner, twitching in the breeze. She waited, aware of everything, yet outwardly calm. Talk like this

The leaves under the paws of a heavy set wolf crunch as she stalks forward. She has no destination in mind. But most of the time she didn't have any set resting-place in mind anyway. That was what she did. She was on her own for months on end. Usually she'd come across a few deer, birds, squirrels etc. anything, which of course would end up between her greedy jaws. Her greediness is what caused her frame to have a little extra pudge then most, but for Phyre, it didn't bother her one bit. Where most wolves had packs and friends to fulfill their day with, Phyre had no one. She had herself. She didn't mind it really. In face she'd rather be alone. Trust was something she was weary of. She didn't believe in packs. She hated the thought of anyone to have authority over her. She knew that it could be dangerous, considering she wasn't the quickest. But she made up for that with her wittiness. She continued forward on her quest to nothingness. She wasn't particulary a fan of the warmer weather since she had a pretty thick and heavy coat, but she was tolerate it. Her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth as she sauntered forward. It had been a long time since she had come in contact with another wolf. But again, she didn't mind. But sometimes she got bored with herself. She hadn't mind fucked anyone in awhile and she was just itching for someone, something, anything to cross her path. She needed someone to toy with. And just like that like fate seemed to be playing on her team this once, she caught scent of another. Phyre closed her jaws and stuck her muzzle towards the sky. Her ears flicker forward. Definitely a wolf. And what was this? She sniffed again. A feline? A toothy grin slides over the sides of her muzzle, just slightly exposing her teeth. Things may finally start to get interesting.

Aurora

As she heard the faint crunch of grass and leaves get louder, closer, the icy she wolf began to feel the aura Corvusi spoke of. The minutely dark essense that filled her nostrils and made her whiskers tingle. Turning her head, she let silver optics gaze calmly at the mainly white dame who approached. A thicker frame than the icy temptress possessed, which spoke of either an inate hunting prowess, or a lifetime of being overfed and pampered. The lone fae didn't look or hold herself like royalty, so the ivory princess assumed the former. Stepping from the hot waters of the springs, she shook out her pristine pelt and approached the other she wolf. "And you would be...?" She asked, assuming the darker seeming she wolf would fill in her name. She was in no mood for any crap from anyone, she was sore, her bad knee was aching from all the walking she had been doing as she explored the lands. So she sat down, wrapping her slightly sodden tail around her broad paws and awaiting the reply patiently.

The faint sound of water bubbling and churning takes to the vinxen's ears. She determinds that there must be some sort of water source close by. It also seemed to be where the other wolf was at. Taking in the hot air through her nostrils, Phyre inhales and then exhales slowly as she gets closer to her fellow canine. Its quite clear that the temperature is rising. The heat was seriously starting to get unbearable. Especially as she got closer to the hot spring. The mugginess from the springs made the air sticky and hard to breath in. But she could imagine that if she were to take a dip in the springs then maybe it would feel a little refreshing after and help her relax. But that is not what was on miss Phyre's mind at the moment, no. She wanted to play her games and hope that it would help ease some of the boredom. Slinking forward for towards that She does not show fear as she was always taught by her parents not to show fear. She never did listen to anything her parents said, but for some reason this one trait that was taught to her stuck with her. She decided to listen, and it either favored her or worked against her depending on the circumstance. But most of the time she didn't give a shit what happened as long as it was interesting. As she got closer she sees that the canine before her is a white just as her, but a little lankier and slimmer. She asks for Phyre's name. She quickly goes into her role of a innocent by stander. "Oh hello there. Didn't mean to startle you! My name is Phyre my love. May I ask yours?"

A voice filled her ears, finally. The large she wolf was kind enough, introducing herself as Phyre, and asking the name of the icy temptress herself. The ivory dame smiled kindly, shyly albeit, and let her ebony lips part ever so slightly to let her voice fall into the air. "My name is Aurora." She told the other she wolf, her voice ethereal, soft as a whisper, and a faint Russian accent could be heard. She sat down, her poise calm, regal. A long, thick banner wrapped around broad, powerful paws, and a pair of raven's feathers twitched in the faint breeze that brought a blessed coolness to the air for a moment. The alabaster maiden watched the she wolf calmly, consuming moonstone pools meeting directly with the opposing she wolf's own fiery orbs, watching, waiting. Then her voice was heard once more, as a question was uttered. "And what brings you here, Phyre?" She asked, silken tail tip twitching slowly. She was calm as ever, moving slowly, in a relaxed fashion, like a snake, able to strike without a moment's notice. She could easily change her mood, becoming happy, or enraged, whatever suited the woman's next response. So, while she rested on her haunches, the dame let calm flow through her, and waited.