Sometimes wandering was just good for the soul. Or, well, maybe not the soul, but it was definitely a good distraction from the frustrating feeling radiating through her. There was no doubt that spring had arrived since it always welcomed in her heat as well. She wanted to just find some brute to take care of it and be done with it, but what would her brother say? Or any of her family for that matter. The russet princess rolled her eyes as she thought about them. She loved them of course, but sometimes... ugh.
She padded along the edge of the huge wall that cut through the northern landscape, not really paying attention to where she was heading. She figured she should probably head to Amenti and find Virgil again at some point, but some part of her told her to wait, to see what else she could find before she went settling into a pack. Packs could be so boring after all.
Phoebe sighed and leaned against the rough stone wall, her silver gaze looking out over the tundra as she wondered who or what could brighten this dreary day.
When Hajime traveled to the mainland in search of those to train against the large calico-like brute left the island with him. Dove Island was a wonderful home, though the brute had gotten the craving for a different sort of prey, as well as different scenery. At least for a while. He would check back on Dove Island for Hajime after maybe a week or so... but for now the brute was going to let his paws take him where they would and see if he could come across something, or someone, that could keep his interest for a little while.
Allen would find himself nearing a strange structure. A huge wall of stone would appear in the distance, the dark forest green orbs of the male shining in curiosity. Honestly he had never seen anything like it. As he walked along, the male would catch a scent. A rather, alluring scent of a female in heat. But Allen was not just some horny bastard looking to nail any old fae. No, despite the scent that lured him in Allen would keep himself in control.
She appeared to be his age. A pretty fae for sure with nice silver eyes. The calico brute would give a friendly swish of his tail, dipping his head to the stranger with a smile once he was close enough. "Surely a smile would suit your face much better, my dear. It is not such a bad day." His words would be soft, and Allen would raise his head, a calm, friendly look upon his face. "I'm Allen Walker... would you mind too terribly if I shared in your company for a while?"
The russet woman's mind drifted off into nothing as her gaze stared off into similar nothingness. It wasn't till a male's voice caught her attention that she blinked and turned her gaze toward him. As she looked him over and took in his patch-work fur and green gaze he introduced himself as Allen Walker and... asked if he could join her. And not just asked, but asked like a gentleman. A surprised little grin crossed her muzzle as she motioned toward the spot beside her with a shrug. "Feel free, Allen Walker."
She let him choose his spot and get comfortable before introducing herself. "I'm Phoebe Olympus. It's nice to meet you, Allen." She caught herself looking him over again, but the friendly expression on his face kept catching. It was a much different reaction that she was used to, especially right now. It was... nice.
"What brings you out here, Allen?" she asked casually, trying to start up some of this "small talk" that she figured needed to happen if she was going to "get to know" someone. It was almost a bit of a foreign concept really. The only wolves she really knew were family so this was a new experience for her.
The answer to his inquiry had been a pleasant one, and the brute was happyily allowed to sit near the female. Company in any shape or form was wonderful for all species, and Allen himself greatly loved company. Once he had settled himself in the wonderful woman would introduce herself as well. Phoebe Olympus. The name had a powerful ring to it, Allen would notice. It made sense to him -- this fae hardly seemed the sort to take bullshit from anyone. That was all well and good though, a strong fae was like a rare gem, something unique to find and truly beautiful, as well as sought and desired. But alas Allen was not the sort to just hit on females. It was probably part of the reason he was still alone at his age. But, well, things happened, did they not?
Allen would gently smile as she would ask her own question. Why was he here? "At the moment merely searching for wonderful companions to take some of my time and make my days go by easier while I wait to see what my nephew's plans are. Until then I'm afraid I'm pretty much left to my own devices." It wasn't such a bad thing to be left with, at least in his mind. "...and you, Miss Phoebe? Do you perhaps live here? Or is there another reason for your visit here today?"
