She is exploring, her mind is lost in thought and wonder as she moves into the unfamiliar gulley with ease. She slithers among the vividly colored foliage on silent paws, volcanic glare sliding from left to right as she burns everything that crosses her vision with a spiteful glare. Emotion is vacant from her features although she is painfully bored, elongated tail flicking irritably behind her swaying hips as reclines onto her haunches to observe a multicolored flower. Nostrils quiver as the scent of another is carried in the breeze, and she hopes some sort of excitement will cross her path during this little adventure into the Fern Gulley. She'd hate to have her morning completely wasted, so if this stranger did not seek her out on their own, she would pursue them out of boredom and curiosity. "Speech"

This was exactly why Hephaestus didn't like exploring. He should never have left Olympus borders at all, but he could have sworn he was following Nemesis' scent trail and he'd been determined to find him. And now look at him - completely lost and wandering in circles trying to figure out just how to get back, let alone find Nemesis. Had that even been his brother's scent? He wasn't sure anymore, it had been so old. Then he'd found himself at the faint, newly laid border to another pack, but rather than howl for help or turn back he'd continued on stubbornly. He'd been raised in two different packs, had the run of both of them, and so still didn't quite understand the importance of scent markers and pack privacy. He wasn't aware of the girl stalking him, and now he had managed to get himself lost inside this territory too so he couldn't even find his way back to the border. This... this was why Hephaestus didn't go exploring. Speech

She stands motionless for a few moments, audits swiveling forward to listen for any movement within the brush that would indicate that someone was approaching. The chattering of birds were the only noises to fill her ears, and she would roll her eyes in annoyance and set off toward the strangers scent, insidious intentions in mind along with her thinning patience. She wonders why the stranger hadn't desired to seek her out first, perhaps she hadn't been scented yet? Slithering from between two shrubs she would make her appearance, only her head being visible as the rest of her body stays concealed. Before her stands a boy whom she presumes is around her age, and his fur... it's gorgeous. Immediately her attention is ensnared, but she remains silent as she glares at the boy with mischief gleaming in her eyes, awaiting a reaction of some sort."speech"

Hephaestus continued to shoulder his way stoically through the foliage, unaware he was about to be ambushed. His mind was not on his surroundings, but rather on his own internal thoughts. Since the plague he'd been withdrawn, quieter than usual and more reserved from his siblings. He was deeply afraid of hurting them, as he had hurt people while he was ill, and even lost in the middle of nowhere it wasn't far from his mind. In fact, even after the other pup appeared in front of him it took a moment for him to fully register her presence. He had to jerk to an abrupt stop mere inches from crashing into her. Nose to nose, the big male blinked at her. Was she... bright red? She was... wow. He stared silently at her for a moment, fiery eyes wide, before finally managing simply, "Hi."

He seems completely unaware of her presence, putting the breaks on his forward movement right before he could smack straight into her, their noses coming to sit inches from one another. Nostrils would quiver as she inhales his scent, eyes glistening with mischief as she looks him from top to bottom, evaluating him by his golden exterior. Her eyes had just met his toes when he speaks, causing volcanic orbs to flick upwards and align with his apricot gaze. He breathes a simple greeting, and her jaw slackens as she responds monotonically. "Tell me your name." She requests, ebony dipped tail flicking behind her ethereal hips as she awaits for a response. "Speech"

She really was bright red, brighter than his russet and auburn Ebony siblings, and he blinked as he marveled at it. He hadn't known it was even possible for a wolf to be that color. She even had red eyes too. She demanded, not asked, for his name, but he wasn't offended. Some of his sisters could be pretty bossy, too, and it never bothered him. "My name is Hephaestus Olympus," he replied solemnly. "My mother is Virgil Olympus, the Empress of Olympus." He didn't say so with pride, but just stating a fact as he'd been taught it. "What's your name?" Speech

The boy would blink his apricot orbs in awe, causing her right brow to quirk slightly as she wonders why he is gawking at her like this. If he were the prince he claimed to be wouldn't he have seen many beautiful girls his age already? Or was she truly the most divine creature in all the lands? She would raise her crown slightly, aiming to bring her chin above his snout in a show of dominance, a single volcanic orb glancing his direction as she responds. "Fiamette Sovari." Right paw extends forward as she aims to bring herself out into the open where he can behold her magnificence in whole, ebony dipped tail curling above her dainty hips as she attempts to slide to tip beneath his nostrils, daring him to take a whiff of her toxins. "You've been blessed, Hephestus. Before you stands the princess of Covari." Her eyes would shift toward his to behold his reaction upon gaining this information. She expects his eyes to grow even wider, after all, who wouldn't be vexed by her raw beauty and prestige? "Speech"

The girl lifts her chin proudly in a gesture of dominance, though the hefty boy doesn't respond to it either way, before she gave her name. Fiamette Sovari. Hephaestus dedicated it to memory - it would be hard to forget her, actually, with the bright red of her pelt. She then flicked her tail teasingly beneath his nose, but whatever her goal was there, it only resulted in one thing: Hephaestus sneezed. Twice. "Sorry," he muttered, shaking watery eyes. Wasn't really his fault that her fur had tickled him, but it seemed the right thing to say. He cocked his head to the side, considering what she'd said just prior to him sneezing. She was a princess? That explained a lot. After some thought, he settled on what to him were the more important questions to ask. "What's Covari? Are your family gods too? Mine is. Are?" He stopped to puzzle over the troublesome grammar of his sentence, but it didn't occur to him that his question might be strange. Having grown up being taught that his family were gods and having 'siblings' in another pack, it had never really occurred to him that his other siblings weren't gods too, and if Olympus princes and princesses were gods, and Ebony princes and princesses were gods, then couldn't maybe Covari princes and princesses be gods too?

The tip of her tail manages to slide across the bottom of his nostrils, causing the boy, to her surprise, to sneeze not once, but twice. Immediately she would pull her tail away from his face, pressing it against her right side to avoid any snot that could be flung onto her lavish fur, volcanic orbs narrowing as she glared at him before he would whisper his apology. She would recline onto her haunches and grasp her tail between her two front paws, and proceed to brush it from base to tip with her claws, seeking to free herself of any blemishes he could have stuck her with. He would speak again, asking her of Covari and claiming he was a god like herself, and she would respond without glancing in his direction, her attention set on brushing her tail to perfection. "Covari is the kingdom my mother built- she too, is a god, along with myself and my siblings." Her answer would come without any reflection, she already believed her mother, siblings, and herself were gods that were blessed by an out of this world force. Why else would they be queens, kings, princesses, and princes, be adorned in the crimson silks of blood, and have peasants kiss their feet while waiting on their every whim? They must be gods, but was this boy really a god too? Or was he a liar? "But if we are gods, how does that make you a god too? Shouldn't there be... one set of gods?" She questions, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she glances toward him with a single orb, lips creasing into a daring smirk. He couldn't be a god if she was a god, therefor he must be lying. "Speech"

Hephaestus listened with interest as she said that her mother and her siblings and her were gods, as he had thought - though he ignored the disdain with which she was grooming her tail, even though it was her tail's fault he'd sneezed in the first place. If having sisters had taught him anything, it was that it was a bad idea to remark on things like that. But her next words made his brow furrow with confusion. Was she suggesting that his family weren't... wasn't... uh, weren't... gods, or just him? He knew the Olympus wolves were gods - his mother had said so, and she was always right. "There is only one set of gods," he decided finally. "It's just a really, really big set. And my family's part of it, 'n I guess so's yours."

She has groomed her tail to perfection by the time he speaks up again, and she releases it and allows it to fall limp against the earths soil, a single ear (her right) flicking in his direction. He says there is one set of gods, but it is a big set, and they both belong to it- but if they have both descended from gods, and were gods themselves, wouldn't that make them related? Wouldn't that make their mothers sisters? Her right brow would furrow at the thought, jaws slackening as another question seeped from her ebony lips. "If what you say is true, and we are both decedents of a god, does that make us related?" She questions, magma hued eyes looking him from head to toe again as she thought of the possibility that this boy was one of her brothers. But, if he was, why wasn't he red too? Hestia had been born all black... so maybe not every god was red like her mother and herself?

"speech"

*this character is prone to violent actions*companions: marco, wolverine. apollyon, rainbow snake"there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good"

Fiamette's confused expression and questioning words brought an answering furrow to the Olympians own brow as he mulled that over. Well, you weren't supposed to have babies with people you were related to, right? But Helios and Nataleya had babies so they couldn't be related, and to him they were both gods as much as anyone was, so if those two gods weren't related then did that mean lots of gods weren't related? "I don't know," he said slowly. "Why would gods have to be related? What if there are so so many that they aren't related at all? Maybe there's a hundred gods and only some of them are related." He threw out the biggest number he could possibly imagine at his youthful age. Speech

Her curious expression would harden as the boy responded, stating he did not know if they were related, then going on about the possibility that the gods are not all related. His words would roll off the carmine nymph with ease, her wavering attention lingering from this subject to another. He didn't seem to know much about the heritage of the gods, but neither did she, and so she would aim to change the subject, as the topic was beginning to bore her due to their lack of knowledge. Perhaps her mother would straighten things out for her when she got home, but for now she wanted to enjoy this boys company, although arguing with him was rather entertaining. "I see." She responds simply as she rises from her haunches onto her paws, ebony dipped tail flicking toward her right as she turns to align their mismatched gazes. "Do you know how to fight?"