smooth as a cactus
He would admit though, his wanderlust had definitely gotten the best of him, as well as his inability to care about those he saw as lesser than him. Quite a bit of the latter he had grown out of, realizing that he was only as strong as his accomplishments - which were, as of the moment, nothing. Grunting, the brute would finish his climb to the top of the cliffs, sitting among the flowers that littered the frosted ground. They smelled overly sweet, and filled his head with a calming sensation for a moment - one that diminished quickly and left the red male feeling prickly and agitated. He wasn't really sure whether company would soothe the feeling or make it that much worse.
The east was an interesting place, she would never be able to deny that. Nor would the giant ever be able to truly leave it behind her. With a small sigh, she examined the cliff face. She'd been here before, she mused. Or maybe not? There was a surprising plethora of cliffs all over the eastern lands of Alacritia. Gorges, seaside cliffs, and the like. Eventually, they all began to blur together. However, this one was quite nice. Frost bitten flowers wilted, leaving the air heavy with their aromas. Soon even that coolness would fall away, leaving nothing but the all consuming heat and dampness only those in the east knew. This was a rather strong scent, but didn't mask the musk of another. Her cerulean gaze fell upon the form of a ruby male, and one brow quirked curiously. That was an interesting shade. Tongue would snake out to clear the remnants of her meal from her maw, sanguine fading from her golden fur.
Gargantuan paws would ease into a startling silence as she padded forward, approaching the male from behind as she examined him. He was a rather fine looking creature, and his coat was something to behold. She was rather intrigued to know if it was real. Or was he one of those wolves that dyed their coats with berry juices and all that? It looked rather thoroughly saturated, for one so young. "Hello." Rumbled a voice like distant thunder, as she appeared at his side. Gazing down at him curiously, she waited a moment before speaking again. Crimson seemed to be a rather dominant pallor upon his frame, as even his eyes were brilliantly filled with the hue. "May I sit?" She asked, for once not out and out flirting right away. It was a strange day indeed.
"Speech"
'thoughts'
Her voice would break the silence that had settled between the two of them, and he would awknowledge her with a smirk that tugged onto his dark lips, as well as a nod. The woman had a nice voice, silken, not the highest of pitches but it didn't nag him like he was absulutely sure that company would moments prior. "I'm not going to stop you." He retorted to her question, but there was no bite to his words - he was a bit curious about her, just enough to keep his recent irritation at bay. It still caressed his subconcious, and if he wasn't careful he might just be prone to snapping.
But the brute was a touch conflicted - the smell of another as well as the invading warmth that the stranger radiated was welcome. And so, he welcomed the female's company. "Who are you?" He would ask, his voice deep, his words spoken clearly despite sound of water crashing into the cliffs below them.