Arian took it upon herself to explore different lands more, although she knew most of Alacritis already, mainly she was here to collect herbs. Her main supply of Mint came from this place, they grew in the cold and thankful that it was so close to her home. The three legged cripple would hop around in the snow a little, not that the autumn months were setting in more and more snow covered the ground. Although being thirty six inches tall helped with maneuvering. The scarred russet would stop for a moment, next to her was a small dip in the hills and tree's. She could smell the herb in the air, but how to get to it was the question. The woman would frown, stepping to the edge of the dip she settled her crippled leg off to the side. Trying to figure out how to crawl down there without injuring herself to get to the Mint plant. Arian was smart, but not overly so. Blue eyes looking at the tree's branches. If only she was good at climbing, then that would come in handy. But her limp leg kind of prevented her from doing most things. "Talk" "You" Think

Korr rather liked the North. The air bit back at you, the temperature was comfortable for one with as thick of a pelt as he, and the cold air held scents well. He moved through the snow, his only qualm with the North being that snow was not kind to those with darker coats when it came to hunting. Thus, Korr was skinnier than he would have liked, however hunger was a friend that he had long gotten used to having stick around. It was hunting for prey that the black stumbled on the rusty female, though more specifically, her scent. For a moment he stilled, nostrils flaring as he took in the scent and cataloged it, before he began padding towards the source, following the scent trail. Soon enough she came into view, and he watched her in silence as she...limped? Crippled. The black's lips twitched back in the slightest measure of disgust. Crippled. Why was she not granted the mercy of a swift death, rather than the lifelong shame of continued existence? He watched her now with a frown, silver eyes sharp, focused on her as she fretted over something in a dip of the ground. As for what she was puzzling with he could not care, his gaze was focused upon her leg, on the scars. Korr hoped whatever did it was rotting in a shallow grave, and hoped the imbecile that didn't end her misery was rotting right alongside them. "Normal Speech" "Irish Speech"

There was something about being a crippled Alpha that she held a sense of pride in. Her mother had been a cripple herself, at this point it was something Arian just dealt with. It was the scar on her face she hated, the scar that reminded her everyday of how much of a monster she could be. Now getting frustrated with the situation, though she could hear the male behind her. He was just in earshot of her, somehow she didn't make it known that she knew he was there. Arian was excellent at sensing others, mainly because of her paranoia of getting kidnapped again as a slave. So, a small smile grew on her face, let us show him what she had. Arian settled herself on all three of her paws, to her herself safely down the dip, she stood up on one back leg and placed her two front paws on the tree in front of her. Moving around with three legs for a year, you could learn a lot of things. She then would make sure not to spray any snow on the herbs she was after, slip down carefully with her paws kept on the trunk. Finally down, she was happy and glistened at the mint plants. Happy her tail wagged and she grabbed a few of the herbs carefully in her jaw for her supplies at home. Now there was also, getting back up. Narrowing her eyes, she watched the dip for a moment, bending a knee her limp leg settled to balance her even if it was awkward and useless it still wasn't gone therefore usable. With all of her effort she jumped, her front paws clawed at the top of the dip but she managed to pull herself up. Hoping that the black male had seen her she puffed out her chest happily, then looked at him, her mouth full of mint leaves. "Talk" "You" Think

He watches as she shimmied down the trunk into the dip. He watches as she jumped out, looking as if she would fall in, however did not. He watches as she beams at him, her jaws full of what he can only think of as grass. And he watches with a flat stare. Crippled. If she had been of his family she would have been left in the snowy glaciers of the north to die. However she was not...and perhaps things were different here, where none followed the old ways. Surreal was the only one he had met that seemed to know and respect the old ways. Having had enough of watching, he rose and ghosted over, muscles over his back and shoulders tightening. The old scar on his shoulder tugged uncomfortably, but he ignored it, gaze focused upon the russet female. "Bad leg. Yet live. Why." His tone was impassive, gaze flat and expressionless. Were the folk of these lands so queer as to let the crippled live, let live those that could not provide any use to the pack save pupsitter, and to the wilds as nothing more than fodder for the scavengers? "Normal Speech" "Irish Speech"

Her fun was over and done with when he approached, her ears squirreling to him. As she carefully settled the mint down next to her in the snow she would keep an eye on the herb considering it was something she needed. Noting his scars, ahhh, his probably told stories for bravery. Her own were of failure and succumbing to sin. Her submissive and dominant nature were at arms with each other almost constantly. As she came to face him, and listened to what he said. It was a question that rather surprised her. Her blue eyes sparkled, she truly did have to think about it first. "There's far much more to me than mobility. I learned quickly how to use three legs just as useful as four." that was no lie. Yes she was at a disadvantage but she got her way around. "Arian Adravendi. Are you fluent in this tongue?" Arian knew three languages. Though she was more fluent in japanese, her irish and latin were rusty. Something she probably should have touched upon during her slave days. However, her mind had been distracted by.... other things. "Talk" "You" Think

At her words an obvious frown covered his face, but the side of his lip the scar ran over remained in it's usual scowl. "How hunt. How fight. Bad..." He rumbled faintly, trying to think of the correct word to use. "Juju?" He thought that might be correct, he'd heard a shaman say it once in a land he passed through. Apparently there dark coats like his were 'bad juju'. She gave her name, and he made no response to giving his own; why bother? Something would, and should, come along and end her undoubtedly before they would meet again. "No." It was all he said, that frown still on his features. The situation before him... Yeah, Korr does not compute. "Normal Speech" "Irish Speech"

Arian listened to him, but she found it rather rude that he didn't say his name. Did he not think her worthy, it made her puff out her cheeks. She picked up her mint leaves again and walked closer to him, nosing one leaf towards him. Maybe he'd eat it who knew, her tail quivered a little. Perhaps he could see by the way she walked she was fine. "An mbeidh maireachtáil(Will to live)" she mused with a little bit of fire in her words. She had put his accent together with a language she was a little rusty at. "Más toil le maireachtáil, ansin beo déanfaidh mé(If will to live, than live I shall)" The girl would smirk at him. "Now, do I get a name?" The woman picked her mint up, making sure the one leaf stayed in front of him. Who knew maybe he'd enjoy chewing on them. She kept a few for her anxiety but they had more uses than that. They made upset stomachs better and she enjoyed the fact they were close by. "Talk" "You" Think

She moved closer, and there was a growing rumble in his throat as she neared. It wasn't verbal, not yet, but his chest fur trembled slightly with the vibration of it. Then she speaks the old tongue, and butchers it as much as he does the common. It is enough to make the right side of his lip twitch, partly from the irony and partly from her words. Of course she had a will to live, all things did. However did she truly wish to live with such shame, with being weaker than those with all four legs? She returns to the common tongue, and he grunted at her words. "Korr." He had no last name, and didn't give one. His gaze flickered down to the single leaf she left behind, and the sharp tang it gave the air. His gaze went then to the dip, then settled back on the girl. "Not cripple only. Grass eater too." Another twitch of the lip, and...an attempt at humor. He would humor the girl, out of pity and out of his own confused curiosity. "Normal Speech" "Irish Speech"

While she was proud of her leaves, Korr still didn't seem to understand. Though it wasn't like it made her angry, there were wolves who came from many different places. As was her will to live, it vanished a few days ago and yet here she was living, breathing, leading a pack of wolves. Maybe she was too smart for her own good, and it kept her alive enough until now. She was even motivated to train herself in fighting. For that sense of accomplishment, for that sense of pride, and most of all to one day look at her children and say. If I did this with only three legs, than you should be able to do it stronger. It was such a pretty name he had, she was happy to have it. Though, he had been easy to crack despite his confusion as it seemed. When he said the joke, a bit of her heart warmed up. A small smirk and she hid a giggle in the back of her throat. "Grass eater maybe, but this grass has special properties. As does many other plants that can save your life." Arian stated. She watched him carefully, "Even if you won't understand why I am alive, I am and I intend to stay alive fight even with a disadvantage because then my young will grow up to be stronger than any other. Besides I wasn't born like this, I had the strength to pull through afterwards!" Arian puffed out her chest. "I have to be strong. Tá mé alfa(I'm an alpha)" she was oddly vocal today, even with mint in her mouth. Maybe that was what made her so social, herbs brought out the best in her. "Talk" "You" Think