How interesting, the riverbed was not made of sand at all. Sliding in a controlled manner down the muddy slope, the lass landed on the cold marble below. Ebony claws clicked on the soft stone underfoot as she followed a thick vein of shining ore. This is weird, but I kinda like it... She thought to herself, a nub of stone jamming itself in between her toes. She yelped, a string of epithets streaming from her lips. Shaking her front paw, the russet she wolf glared at the stone bit jutting up from the smooth bed. "What did I ever do to you?" She growled indignantly, baring her teeth in anger at the pale stone. Turning her back on the hidden trap, she walked off in the other direction. Stupid damned riverbed. She muttered angrily in her head, ivory masked face turned to her surroundings in search of something that would perk up her sour mood. The glittering array of colours in the stone were pretty, for sure, but she wanted something more interesting. The sound of footsteps attracted her attention, and the rusty brown wolfess turned around to spy a vole following her. She mock lunged at it, but it didn't move. Lowering her snout, she sniffed it. What in the name of... She thought, but was cut off by the little trickster chomping down on her nose. She squealed, rearing back and yelping in pain as it held fast, swinging around on the end of her muzzle as she fought to dislodge it. Her voice rose in her throat, unbidden, and filled the air with shouted profanities directed at the vole. When if finally decided to let go, it flew a few feet into the air and landed on the alabaster stone with a faint thud. Quickly she was upon it, driving her paw down onto it's belly. Bones shattered, and she growled at it. That's what you get. She thought in rage, padding away to stick her nose in a drift of unmelted snow. Blood trickled down her bleached muzzle, and she lifted a pawful of the cool white powder and held it to her nose. What could possibly go wrong now? "Speech" Think "You" HOLY AVOCADOS! THANK YOU FOXXY BABY!

The boy was definitely growing up, now that he was two seasons old, around six months. His coat was becoming more and more beautiful, the blue hue covering his back a nice color to add to the brown, then the white underside. His emerald eyes keeping that together, and now he looked like a full grown adult even though obvious by experience and scent that he was a youth. Small fluffy fur sticking out from the winter coat being grown in, and such this from being in the north he was fit out to be a prince. Though he wasn't entirely sure how, with all the things he didn't understand and why his father rarely payed attention to him. While Vereux did know it was because his father was busy, sometimes he only wished different family wouldn't look at him so funny. Maybe he should have never cursed, he stopped, but he still got those laughs from others, part of him only wanted to shy away, the other wanted to tear them up. Though much to his dismay he had caught his paw under a slab of rock. The space between it had hooked his paw while he had been trying to catch a mouse. And he was trying to keep quiet about his failure tugging on the paw. In which a large scar wrapped around the leg, from when an attacker got him when he was younger at the borders. Flailing about was doing nothing though, when he saw another wolf, one that was only a little bit smaller than him, since his height wasn't entirely full yet, he began to flail faster. Only to let a yelp escape his own jaws and flop his chest down on the shining minerals. What a great way to show wolves he was a prince right? Yeah right. Speech,

Attention would be stolen by a yelp from someone else, causing the lass to turn and spy a cobalt and alabaster male with his foot stuck under a nook in the marble. Softly she would smile, chuckling lightly as she dropped the snow and padded over. "Looks like neither of us are having any luck here, hey?" Sweet alto lyrics would inquire rhetorically, since it was quite clear that neither of them were having a good time here. Stopping beside him, she would place a paw on his upper back lightly, guiding him to lay down. "Here, lay down and wiggle your paw out gently." She would murmur with a light grin playing at her cherubic features. A few short wags of her tail displayed her ease and friendliness at the time, and she waited for the male to follow her help. Once the male had freed himself, the rusty brown she wolf would sit back a distance away and watch him. He looked like an Armada, but he acted like she did. Maybe she wasn't the only black sheep out there? The idea warmed her heart, and she hoped such assumptions were correct. "My name is Eulari, what's yours?" She would inquire gently, happy to be out of the disasters she kept attracting a few minutes back. "Speech" Think "You" HOLY AVOCADOS! THANK YOU FOXXY BABY!

Vereux wasn't expecting help honestly, following her instructions was more or less an adventure all in itself. He layed his rump down since his chest was already on the ground, slowly wiggling his paw until it popped out of the small hole. He licked the paw painfully, looking over at his scar for a few moments and once the woman started to speak he raised his blue tinted body to look at her. Eulari? What a weird name, but he wasn't one to talk. Vereux wasn't exactly a normal name after all. His black tipped tail flicked as he made a soft straight face. "Vereux, Vereux Armada." He introduced himself, making sure the other knew he was of blood. He wasn't so sure about her though. As what she had said earlier it was clear neither of them were having the most fun in the world here. "What are you doing here?" He asked politely blinking at the other wolf. Speech,

The male followed her directions, clearly a bit grudgingly, and gave his paw a few licks. He introduced himself as Vereux, yet another Armada. She definitely wasn't a special kid, though she was the only one of her blood to be with Isardis, the rest of her siblings were in Tortuga with Taurig. Taur, her big brother. She fought the prickle of tears in her orchid pigmented eyes, remembering her now blind biggest brother who was miles and miles away, many days travel from her. Would she ever see him again? Or any of her siblings? Probably not, and that fact, that cold, hard truth, hurt her more than anything her bigger sister could snarl at her. The ghosts of pain flashed in her scars, reminding her of why she was here with her father, and not with them. Isardis was the only one who actually wanted her now, and it made her quite sad that this was the truth. What was she without her family? Nothing. Her attention was snapped back to reality at the sound of the young man's voice, an inquiry meeting her russet audits. She smiled softly, chuckling a bit at the blunt nature of the male. "Wandering, checking out the strange world. You?" Sweet alto lyrics would reciprocate the question, brow raising quizzically as she kept her muted pink gaze on his features. Who crapped on his rabbit this morning? She asked herself in her mind, wondering why this boy was being such a grumpy gus. Sure, he had just gotten his foot stuck in a mouse burrow, but she had quickly gotten over being bitten on the nose by the now dead vole. Well, everyone was different, not everyone was gifted with her ability to bounce back from dark situations quickly. "Speech" Think "You" HOLY AVOCADOS! THANK YOU FOXXY BABY!