He had not visited the spout yet, surprising as he was determined to visit all of his soon to be domain. Well now he would find himself walking towards the geyser, woefully inactive at this time of year but still a curiosity for the young boy. The land was rather barren around the slight rise that housed the sleeping volcanic spout. He snorted, there was little here that he could see value in but its proximity to his old home, perhaps when the cold weather of autumn returned he would remain here? it wasn?t the most promising of lands but he was not eager to put much more distance between himself and his old home. He was doing what he could to keep an eye on it. "Speech"

Boredom. It ravaged her mind constantly. Creamy limbs pulled her along unfamiliar grounds, but she paid them little attention. Her once fluid gate was marred by a slight limp as her sprain ankle continued to heal. Without her sisters help, she didn't know where she'd be. It had been a fairly pleasant meeting, with only a few moments of sisterly bickering.

Russet plume swayed at her hocks, blue and silver eyes landing on the pale form of a stranger. "Damn." It was barely audible, he would not be able to hear her. She had hoped to avoid company of strangers, but it seemed fate had a different idea. She would stop, 10 feet from the boy, waiting for her to be noticed. Maybe she could still slip away unnoticed?

He wasn?t aware of her right away; he was too busy rooting around in the sparse grass, seeking out a softer patch of ground so that he may maybe dig a temporary den. It was only after a moment when the wind shifted did he suddenly become aware of the girl behind him. Her scent so intoxicating in its own way, as most female?s scents were, hit him and without thinking an ominous grin spread upon his snow white face. Ink dipped tail lifting some, as he spun around. Violet eyes alighting upon her russet form. " Well look what I found." He spoke, slowly, a slight threatening tone hidden behind smooth words. He stalked forwards, drawing in her form. They were of an equal height but he outweighed her? She was attractive in her own way, not as beautiful as his dear despised sister but then no woman ever would be. He stopped in front of her, cocking his head very slightly to the right. "Who might you be?" "Speech"

Eyes narrowed minutely as the brute took notice of her, his words laced with threats. He moved closer and closer, until he was to close. Lips threatened to twitch in a faint snarl, but she held it back. "Sevan, you?" What was the harm in giving him her name? The chances of them ever seeing each other again where slim and none.

Two toned pools watched the brute carefully, he stood directly in front of her, his crown tipped to the side. As with any wolf she met, she sized him up. They stood at the same height, but he was heavier, which would only slow him down. Her father had taught her a valuable lesson once, never go for the obvious. Subtly, her weight would shift to her hind legs. This one screamed danger.

If he was aware of her discomfort he paid it no attention. She offered her name and then asked his. "Lel Leone." He responded, he supposed he could have dropped his mother?s surname? but then he was so used to it know and despite his feelings for the woman that had borne him he did not want to forget what should have been his birthright, the throne stolen out from under them. He watched with a cocky ease, unaware of any shift in her demeanor, in his mind he was invincible. "What is one as pretty as you doing in the middle of nowhere," a sinister grin breaking across his face, "And so alone..?" He would take a few sauntering steps around her to her right, eyeing her up and down with hungry eyes. "Speech"

His name would roll off his tongue and she would mull it over in her mind, his surname was not one she was familiar nor cared about. He held himself arrogantly, his movements closer telling her so. He moved to her right, causing her to swing her hips to her left, forcing him to stay in front of her. His words dripped a lethal poison, his eyes sweeping over her hungrily. Lips would curl in a slow grin as her pelt threatened to bristle.
"I could say the same about you." Sickly sweet honey dripped from her lips as her gaze raked his form like jagged claws. She had been taught to not be threatened or intimated by anyone. Muscles rippled beneath her russet pelt as she kept the boy in her sights, moving when he moved. She would dance with him for the moment, willing to play his game so long as she had the upper hand.

Oh ho ho, the girl was smart, not allowing him to circle around her without facing her head on. He watched her reaction, seeing her bristle and he loved it. "Oh how astute of you, yes, I am alone as well." He spoke with false praise, still the boy believe he could easily over power her if he so wished, they may have shared their height but he was easily heavier than her, and he knew how to use his weight to his advantage. Still this female intrigued him, to find one so cocky, so very much like him? "Ah but you did not answer my question, and I do believe I posed it first." He continued his circle around her, watching as she continued to turn and face him. " So allow me to repeat myself, what brings you here?" "Speech"