Sterling eyes wide as he walked, Leobold kept an eye on his surroundings, casting cursory glances as he walked. His tail was spine level, and after spending such time within the fog-clogged forest, his fur was still heavy with the dew that'd hung so heavily in the air. He stopped for a moment, only long enough to shake his fur out, ending it with a lash of his tail before he ambled on. Nose low to the ground, he waited for something, anything really, to catch his attention. Faring his way through this land and it's many niches would be his new task, he supposed. Sleep would come rarely, as being still was about on par with being bored, and being bored simply would not do.

Soon enough, he caught sight of something in the distance, and when he did, excitement unfolded within him like an impromptu origami flower, and he easily leapt into a romp towards the structure only yards away.

It didn't take him long to reach it, and when he did, his head was tilted back in silent wonderment. The massive thing easily towered over the tallest moose he'd seen in his few years, and as he studied it, his hind legs bunched behind him, preparing to launch him onto the bulky haunch of the beast. Leobold leapt, and as his front paws slammed atop the substantial haunch, his back legs scrambled for purchase. The nails of his back paws caught on something angular (but not sharp enough to cut), and he pushed, hoisting himself up as he hastily moved his front paws further.

The haunch shuddered, and as he finally came to rest on top of what could only be the beast's snout, Leo panted lightly. Hardly the hardest climb he'd ever had but whereas rocks gave you nook and crannies to dig into, this beast was far too angular to scale gracefully.

I BEEN FUCKIN' HOES AND POPPIN' PILLIES MAN I FEEL JUST LIKE A ROCKSTAR What a neat place. There were dead plants scattered around, recognisable as herbs and flowering plants. A very rich area, indeed. The stone formation was a new one, and looked like it might have been built by giants. The golden femme wandered carelessly, sniffing at things here and there. It was pretty neat, and she might have considered sticking around. However, there was still so much to see. Tail flicking to and fro at her hocks, she meandered onward. Now, that was interesting. Someone had decided to climb a weird, shiny looking thing. Trotting forth, she narrowed her gaze to scrutinize the other wolf. He got up there pretty easily, all things considered. A soft hum of consideration was uttered, but she didn't really want to follow him. Yet. ”See anything cool from up there?” The caramel wolf questioned with good humour, grinning up at him. If there was a good view, that would be temptation enough. There had to something in the cards, if she was going to risk her ass. ”speech”

Perched on the massive beast as he was, Leobold couldn't see into the next territory, but he could certainly see most of this one. He studied the land, mentally mapping out his course to the strange fruits and vegetable growing close by. He'd never seen some of them, and was more than hungry enough to go on a tasting spree.

Words caught his attention, and as he turned to see who was speaking to him, his eyes landed on a wolf the color of dandelions in full bloom. His brow hiked, and though he couldn't glean her scent from the distance between them, the voice told him that she was indeed female. His silver optics traced her gilded form, and the pur was natural inclination for him. "You're more than welcome to see for yourself," he said, British accent heavy as always as his mouth widened into a toothy grin. He was a terrible flirt, and even if the woman turned him down, he would still pelt her with innuendos simply for amusement.

He turned away, tossing over his shoulder, "Mounting this beast is a wonderful pastime, but I wouldn't be opposed to mounting someone else." He wasn't at all a subtle flirt. In fact, he would state what he wanted simply to avoid any misunderstandings that could be perceived. He looked at the dome of the contraption he was perched on and lifted his front paws atop it. There was a filthy clear screen on three sides of it, and while he wasn't certain what it was composed of, it seemed brittle.

He came back down to all fours, and with a surge of strength, leapt onto the top of the beast's head. He turned, facing the sun, and looked at the woman below. With his crimson furs, silver eyes, and the sun beating down upon him, he was certain he looked at heroic as he felt. Yet, as he parted his lips to speak again, no doubt to say something else that could certainly go without existing, he crashed through the top, landing in the seat of the contraption as rust, metal, and dust rained down around him.

YOUNG DUMB & BROKE The fiery male glanced down at her with eyes like gunmetal. "You're more than welcome to see for yourself," he offered, and she frowned. Cool accent, but why not just tempt her up there with a wicked view? Was this whole conversation going to be a game of cat and mouse? That would be boring. He turned away then, and she saw an opportunity. Time to climb, and climb fast. A loping approach gave her some momentum, and she lifted her front half off the ground just in time to get a good vertical. Hind feet scrabbled for purchase on the lip of metal a good half foot above the ground. When her claws caught, she heaved herself atop the beast. Standing atop it, victorious, she shook herself. ”Ah,” She sighed, and turned to look at the view. Yeah, it was pretty nice. All the plants and brush were laid out for her to examine. Ooh, there was a strawberry bush over there. Those were amazing. "Mounting this beast is a wonderful pastime, but I wouldn't be opposed to mounting someone else." Cue bile. Deadpan, and rather blase, she glanced over her shoulder at him. ”I'm gay, buddy.” She grunted, dropping her ass firmly onto the chilly metal of the creature upon which they perched. He was messing around behind her, but she wasn't interested in him anymore. Jackass, coming onto her without any foreplay. The scenery was far more interesting, anyway. CRASH! ”What the fuck did you do?” She shrieked, chocolatey hackles rising like a spooked cat. Whites of her eyes rolling, she spun around to see what he'd done. Through the dust stained glass, the male was visible, and looking rather worse for wear. A peal of laughter was thrown into the air, she tossed her head back to revel in it. ”How in bluebells did you get in there?” She cried, scrambling forth to inspect the top of the contraption. He'd fallen through it! What a dumbass! ”Move over, I want in!” She announced, hooking her forepaws over the rough lip of the roof to peer down at him. Tail wagging furiously, she bounced on her hind paws impatiently. ”speech”