Despite her continuous searching the nymph still hasn't found her missing wolverine companion. It's been almost two weeks now, and there were no signs of him anywhere in Alacritis. It greatly saddens her, and she was beginning to think the worst. Death or theft heavily burdens her mind. He was an excellent fighter, and certainly a valuable asset to any wolf in need of a companion.  She wouldn't be too surprised if someone had swooped him up in the night to make him their own. Even though the search seemed hopeless at this point, she would never give up. Even if she found him in pieces she needed to get an answer.

The babe isn't in as bad of shape as she was last week. She knows she needs rest, food and water to keep herself going, so she doesn't neglect her body's cravings. The week before she had gone days without eating or sleeping, and it had taken a heavy tole on her small body. She didn't want to make that mistake again.

So when a lake appears on the horizon she doesn't hesitate. She's pretty thirty, so a drink and quick dip in the water is irresistible. She makes her way toward it quickly, her tongue swiping across her fangs as she thinks about how refreshing this will be. Apollyon hangs around her neck, the serpents beady eyes searching their surroundings for any other animals.

His giant form shifted quietly through the forest that surrounded the lake. His thoughts and focuses were completely on the task at hand. He sought out to kill, to stain his jaws with the blood of his prey. To feed himself, and the small she wolf he cared for. Bacchus was after a yearling doe, she was meandering through the wood and had yet to realize his presence. She was small, but would provide plenty for himself and his good luck charm. Ruby red gaze would peer at his quarry as his body slowed, she seemed to be heading for the lake. Bacchus would follow, slowly quietly, but even before he could get his chance to strike the doe was spooked. She was gone in a flash and the Armada was left with no prize for his efforts. He would growl in frustration as he ran out after her, bursting through the wood as he appeared in front of the lake. The reason for her departure was obvious as his gaze found its way to the water. There a she wolf stand by the water, her head lowered to reach for a drink of the pure water. She was a brilliant shade of crimson, the sight would remind him of Abby's brilliant pelt. He'd look away from her, his form still across the lake from where she stood. ""

The sound of rustling brush snares the babes attention, her Crimson eyes peering out across the lake as a small doe erupts from the tree line. Curiously she watches the startled creature, wondering what could have caused it to run. The doe vanishes back into the forest at a different angle, and her questions are shortly answered when a large man steps into view. He must be the reason why the doe was startled.

From what she could see he was fairly attractive despite being so far away. It looked like he was two different colors like herself, only his pelt looked... Blue? Oddly colored wolves were a rarity in Alacritis. Curiously she watches him, silently wondering if he will make any advancements toward her. She debates on barking, or saying hi, but who's to say this man is friendly? So instead she waits a moment with her stare locked on his figure, waiting to see what his next move would be. It was obvious he knew she was here.

His ruby gaze would fall on the woman and it was swiftly becoming obvious that she had seen him too. Unlike the little doe though, she did not run off at the sight of him. He'd feel his lips curl up into the suggestion of a smile. She hadn't run yet, he was ready to test his luck. He was being rude as he approached, bright eyes would linger on her gaze as his massive form moved towards her. He'd follow the edge of the bank despite being tempted to cross through the water. He'd become transfixed on her beautiful colors. She reminded him slightly of Leo, and his russet pelt but she was so much more vibrant. He'd want to stop a polite distance away, close enough to get to know one another but not close enough the other couldn't react if they were jumped. "Hello," he'd offer her a greeting quietly, adding on a soft dip of his head as well. He'd give the floor to her. She could run, she could return his greeting, they could share a bed together. The last part was the brute's wishful thinking, but that look in her eyes... ""

She makes no sudden movements as the large brute trots toward her, but her body language shifts slightly. The thick fur along her nape instinctively raises, and her tail lifts to level out with her hips. She isn't sure if he is coming over to say hello or attack her, which puts her on edge. She enjoys fighting under the right circumstances, but she didn't feel like doing it today, especially not with this dude. When he stops a polite distance away she somewhat relaxes. Her gaze is unwavering as she seeks to meet his similar stare. He greets her nicely, which obliges her to respond. "Hello," She says impassively as she sniffs in his direction. He doesn't smell like any of the packs she's familiar with. Maybe he's a rogue then? It seemed like he was hunting that doe by himself, and pack wolves usually did that together. She wouldn't be too surprised if he was a loner.

The corners of his lips turned into a grin as he saw her stiffen at his arrival, though it was defensive more than aggressive. He would intrude any further upon her, and her form relaxed ever so slightly as he stopped. His ruby gaze would keep her fully in his focus as she politely returned the greeting offered to her. He'd take a chance and move a little closer, they were no longer complete strangers with at least one word between them. Brazenly he'd pull himself closer while saying, "You can send me away if I'm intruding." He hoped she wouldn't though, she was a graceful nymph, and her brilliant coat held impressive beauty. He wouldn't hide his appreciation of her as his own red stare followed the curve of her form a second time. ""

The behemoth advances toward her again, only this time she does not bristle or tense. He wasn't being aggressive or rude, so she didn't feel the need to dislike his presence. Besides, he was very attractive, and she enjoyed spending time with gorgeous creatures like herself. She doesn't respond to his words verbally, instead she cocks her right eye brow while flirtatiously checking him out right back. A few moments of silence pass before she says: "Care to take a dip with me?" And without another word she turns away from him and glides elegantly  toward the lakes edge.  She takes a few steps into its depths and wades through the water until it kisses her underbelly. Throwing her head back she gazes at him with mischief in her eyes. Her dark lips are smirked as her tail moves back and forth to ripple the waters surface.