Odysseus lay stretched out with a rabbit clutched between his forepaws. Purposefully he plucked at its fur; tearing out mouthfuls and discarding the fluff carelessly. Little fuzzballs of rabbit fur drifted around the tiny clearing. They clung to the brute's nose, his whiskers and a scattered few managed to find purchase on some of his guard hairs. "That is disgusting and barbaric." Odysseus glanced up briefly before focusing his attention back on the kill. "How is it any different than you eating bugs?" Done with plucking, the brute tore into the tiny carcass. Olafur's nose wrinkled as his gaze followed a thin trail of blood as it dribbled onto the ground. "Bugs don't bleed." Unperturbed, Odysseus continued eating. He was making quick work of the rabbit. Between bites, he said, "No, but they do pop and ooze like pus-filled wounds." As an afterthought, he tacked on, "So there's that." "So crude, Odysseus." Crunching through the last of what he considered the edible bits, Odysseus let several seconds tick by before replying. He took his sweet time, even going as far as to lick his paws clean. Finally, cockily, he said, "Says the bug eater." "ODYSSEUS" / "OLAFUR"

Day after day, she grew more comfortable and accustomed to her rogue wanderings, being quite surprised with how pleasant this new life had turned out to be. Not that the effects of her former pack's challenge had completely worn off, as it drained a lot of her mental energy to stuff her depression into the depths of her mind. Sometimes she forgot all about it, and her day became more brighter though when the thoughts returned she found herself overwhelmed with guilt for abandoning her family. There was nothing she could do about the problem, really. As much as she held her hopes up, her previous home wasn't coming back any time soon. Only stale scents lingered across the falls, as she had seen for her very eyes. And so she had fled from the East, trying to start afresh. Her sauntering had brought her to the tip of the continent, where she could distinguish steep slopes through the deciduous trees. The plan was to reach the edge of the cliff, where she hoped to get a satisfying view of the ocean that snaked inland. She was one for picturesque landscapes, and ever since she had found herself free to venture anywhere she desired, it had become her objective to see as much of the lands as possible. Scenery had a way of taking her mind off things. Whilst trekking through the terrain, voices from a close distance away caught her attention. As she slowed, her ears pricked, turning towards the intriguing sounds. Silently padding closer to the source in order to investigate, the scent of prey blood flooded her hunter's nose, making her empty stomach rumble longingly. Pushing the hunger aside, her gaze looked ahead to find two forms that seemed to be bickering with each other. It wasn't her business to snoop around in other individuals' dilemmas, though was drawn to them anyway. Besides, it had been some time since she had talked with anyone. "Is there a problem?" she eloquently inquired as her alabaster body swept out from the trees, approaching the two. One of them was a wolf of similar stature to her long-lost brother - a little intimidating at first sight. Then there was a strange...creature beside him, one she had never seen before. "Speech"

A retort was on the tip of Olafur's tongue but he swallowed it the moment the woman's voice reached his ears. Almost as one the duo turned to face her and then again they turned to eye each other. Was there a problem? No, not at all, but it did give them a glimpse into how others saw them. Their bickering was as natural and as relaxed as breathing. It came effortlessly to each and neither took the needling seriously; no matter how put out Olafur acted his hurt was almost always superficial and Odysseus was just as unaffected as he appeared. Odysseus' eyes swept back to the woman with the odd, eye-catching markings that made it difficult to hold her gaze. He was reminded of the false eyes on the wings of some butterflies. "No," Odysseus rumbled, "No problem. A disagreement among friends." "ODYSSEUS" / "OLAFUR"

A disagreement among friends it appeared to have been, making the woman raise a brow in intrigue. A wolf and an unknown creature friends? What a strange friendship. Physically, there were some differences between them, though she knew there had to be something that brought them together, perhaps a common interest if not something else. It brought a pang to her heart, seeing such a bond that accepted disagreements and differences. If only she could have developed her former friendships like that when she had the chance. "Oh," she quietly murmured with faint surprise, believing his explanation to a certain extent. She felt a bit disappointed with the response, though more relieved as she wouldn't want to drag herself into unsolvable dilemmas. Without realising it, she hadn't ever argued with anyone, so she couldn't tell a disagreement from a problem. At least she had tried, and had thrown herself into their space as a result of it. Might as well stay, for the duo strangely interested her. "Are you two friends?" Her words were meant in the most respectful of ways, not seeking to offend any of them. She was merely...curious. "Speech"

Were they friends? Odysseus supposed so. He'd had ample opportunities to eat the annoying little pest and hadn't, so sure, they were friends. Common interests had brought them together somehow and common interests were what kept them together. Odysseus wasn't sure he'd have ever tolerated the macaque otherwise. "Nah," he rumbled. "I keep him around in case I get hungry one of these days and don't feel like hunting. He's too fat to put up much of a fight." Olafur, well aware that his companion was joking, merely snorted and rolled his eyes. Odysseus waited just long enough to make Olafur start to wonder, then he admitted, "Yeah, we're friends." Besides, he doubted that Olafur would taste very good. "ODYSSEUS" / "OLAFUR"

At first she was quite startled with his response, the surprise visible in her features and multicoloured eyes. Why would the poor creature agree to tag along with the wolf if its fate would be ending up inside the canine's belly? Her gaze flickered from the male to the animal with confusion, silently stunned. Within moments, her uncertainty melted into amusement as she watched the creature snort and roll its eyes. At the sight, feathery giggles slipped from her lips. Nevertheless, he stated that they were friends anyway, which she had already figured out. A comical pair too, if she might add. "You seem to have a wonderful friendship," she commented gently, offering a warm smile. Disagreements they may have, yes, though the female couldn't help but to admire the bond that kept them together. "What are your names anyway? I'm Varda." "Speech"