Mithras and Caia had saved her only a couple of days ago and already she was on her way to a full recovery. Though her muscles still ached from the swim she'd taken, though it had hardly been for fun and the ocean had tried to take her life. She felt more at home now here in this strange land than she'd ever felt where she was born. After the clan had almost succeeded in taking her friend's lives she knew that she could no longer reside their and with every ounce of bravery she had the girl left home. She was coming to know this new place a bit better, every time she rounded the next corner there was something new for her to see. Though she would have preferred spending every moment with Mith and Caia that was simply not possible. Though she knew exactly where to meet back up with them when she was ready, a few hours out on her own wasn't going to hurt the elegant she wolf. With her galactic pelt shimmering in the summer sun the young girl found her way to the amazing cliffs, her brilliant blue gaze taking in the impressive drop beneath her as she crested the peak. What an amazing land she'd found herself in, and with her best friends as well. She wasn't sure life could get much better than what she had now. The freedom was intoxicating, she needn't worry about some taboo law or any bad omens, all there was for the rest of her life was to live like she wanted, and she had every intention of doing just that. Brilliant strands of fur would get buffeted by the wind as she stood at that ledge, her bright gems taking in the horizon as she looked out over miles of ocean. Somewhere out there her mother and father were searching for her, but she barely felt a tinge of guilt. This was where she was meant to be, she could feel it. With her head held high and her tail waving as a banner behind her Faria would let out a care free howl, her voice filled with the vibrance of her joy. ""

The island had not been the home he had hoped… but then he wasn’t sure he really knew the meaning of that word anymore. No one had come looking for him and as the weeks bled into months he grew convinced that he had truly be forgotten. Much as he had planned and assumed, it was almost liberating. He began to willingly venture to shore more often, reveling in the knowledge he had no need to slink around and have someone worry about his commitment to being alone.

Today he had made quite the trek, not worrying even a little bit that he may not make it back to the island before dark. He would rest out wherever he felt once he grew tired and consider heading back after he slept, but even then he wasn’t going to commit to returning. Still as he walked the slope in the thicket he had not expected to find himself among company. Her pelt drew his attention first, and Soren stopped, gaping for a moment. Catching himself the monochromatic boy shifted from paw to paw, suddenly uncomfortable. He may have felt happier than he could remember in a while but the sudden presence of another wolf put a damper on his plans.  

He cleared his throat, hoping to catch her attention. Still he fought not to stare, Soren was not one to fall suddenly but even he could not deny the beauty in her coat. He’d have to be blind not to see it, still she was a stranger and he admitted that his own fluttering feelings were purely superficial, a reaction to the image of the wolf in front of him… not of any actual feelings.

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Mithras was no stalker. But after the things he'd been trhough, the losses he'd suffered, and the fact that he was still a little wary of this new land... he trailed Faria as she moved through the land. She still recovering form her journey, but it wasn't like she was required to stay with them or anything. Hell, from what he knew of her, she was probably loving all the new opportunities and sites to see. Meanwhile he wanted to throw her and Caia into a den and never let them leave again... for their own safety of course. (Maybe for his as well.) He tracked the blue girl's pelt into a small upland, coming at last to peak on a glorious cliff top. It was an inland sort of plunge, with a sliver of ocean between their perch and a matching set of cliff on the other side. Mithras grinned, having half a mind to jump just for the fun of it. He lifted a paw as if to do just that, but stilled himself. He had a job here! When he turned his head to scan over the cliff top his eyes found Faria first... And then another male. His coat was drab but his eyes held an interest Mithras was well aware of. He snickered under his breath and minced forwards, a cat in the cream. Maybe now Faria would regret helping him freshen up in this language... "Oh, 'm sorry," he muttered, try to affect a startled and sheepish expression. "Feel like I might be interrupting something." He let his 3D gaze rest on the male... before his willpower broke and a smirk curled onto his lips. Oh, gods willing this male would have a sense of humor. (Hover over speech text for translation) "Talk" "You" Think

Her attention was captured by a sound of another, the unmistakable sound of a man clearing his throat. Her cobalt features shifted quickly as her focus came to rest on his bicolored form and would tilt curiously at his presence. Though they were not even alone long enough for a proper introduction the small statured girl's eyes would fall onto the massive form of Mithras right behind him. Her features brightened obviously as her gaze ran past the smaller male as her traveling companion offered his own voice. Mithras smirk was enough to pull the young Faria from her perch, smiling brightly shed'd come down to mingle with the commoners and hopefully save this interesting looking stranger a bit of embarrassment. Not that she didn't enjoy the stare she'd earned from him, she wasn't yet used to the more natural counterparts that lived on this continent. "Our meeting hadn't even started when you barged in, Mithras." She'd tell him with her good natured giggle. Life had changed so drastically for her, being this care free was easy. "I'm Faria, do you live around here?" Her quiet attentions would be brought back to the stranger, her first real Alacritian. ""

She would turn around to look at him and Soren felt his breath catch. He was so enraptured by the female’s appearance he was unaware of the approaching of another wolf, not until he spoke anyways. The monochromatic boy spun around just as the girl ran past him and stared for a moment into a rug of purple fur… slowly hazel gaze rose up to view the wolf attached to the nebular pelt. Taking an unconscious step back Soren attempted to put his thoughts in order. There were more of them!

Suddenly all too aware that his gaze was jumping between the two wolves, mentally thanking the darkness of his own pelt which helped to hide the blood gushing to his face, the boy suddenly cemented his gaze to the ground at his paws. The girl spoke and still hazels remained glued downwards. “Soren.” So far so good. “Yes! Well I mean no? I mean I don’t really have a home? I mean I guess I was born here… not here actually…” Good gods he was blathering. What was it about these two that had managed to throw him off so much? His tongue might as well have been a limp leaf for all the good it was doing him.

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The poor guy seemed a bit startled, and Mithras felt this weird mixture of pride and guilt. Yeah, by this land's standards he was probably a pretty weird looking dude, but he was a damn-good-lookin'-weird-lookin'-dude! Faria asked him an innocuous question and the boy flustered about trying to answer it, eventually just staring at the ground. Mithras slid his front legs out and allowed his hindquarters to thump against the ground, a slow descent, so that he could still peer into the smaller boy's eyes. Mith smiled again and quirked his head to the right. "Soren, huh? Cool name." The boy still spoke with a thick accent, but Faria had been helping him with this language since they'd found her on the beach. She was the smart one, always paying attention and stuff. He looked to her and lifted a brow, wondering what she was even doing out so far today. If she was making friends for them that was awesome, because the more the merrier. "So what all fun stuff is there to do here?" He was kind of sort of bored in a way, but for the moment pestering a local was enough. Maybe later he'd go... dungeoneering, but this was pretty cool too. He flexed his paws, claws digging into the earth. Hey, maybe they could have a digging contest! Or look for treasure or something! He bi-colored gaze flit back and forth, waiting for one of them to say something. (Hover over speech text for translation) "Talk" "You" Think

The young she wolf still wasn't quite aware of the effect she had on other wolves. Just eager to meet another new face Faria was friendly as she turned to greet the stranger. Though the Alacritian native's attention wouldn't linger on her as the more impressive Mithras's presence would take over his attention. Though he had no trouble answering her question the poor wolf couldn't help but look at his paws. His name came, along with some blubbering but that was okay because she was amused. Mithras commented first, and Faria had no problem with that. She would watch the other wolf though, he didn't seem much older than herself or Mith. Of course Mithras first question was what there was to do and she'd shake her head in amusement looking to Soren. "We're new here, and don't really know what to look for," She would add onto the tall wolf's question with a smile. ""