He heard her question, somewhere running into his ears. He was on edge waiting for something to pop out at them. He'd witnessed a cougar jump on a fellow wolf before, and didn't plan on living it. It hadn't been so lovely to witness, and it's weight could easily crush him, never mind her. Swiftly he shifted himself back to get a good glance at the nearby branches. A cat was not going to take his life, no way in hell. They were empty, and he tried to breath easy. Puh, yeah right.

There the sound was again, and he turned in time to see the blur of movement. He wasn't sure what it was, and his ears pinned to the back of his head. The rush of adrenaline started to pump through his veins, and he yielded his snout to protect his vital throat. She almost appeared to blend in with the bark, and the brush. If he squinted, or was half blind he would not have seen the wolfess before him. What did she want? Company like the rest? Golden-green flecked eyes settled upon her with much an intensity he hadn't shown in some months. "Hello," he replied, hoping she was the friendly sort of lady. He wasn't sure he had tolerance for more than two females at once.

He briefly let his eyes wander to the pale girl, remembering she had asked about his earlier statement. "Because, not everyone soul is good and plenty won't pass up the opportunity of using a fair maiden." He took a moment to firmly stare, hoping that might get his point across. How more blunt could he be? This wolf might have some say, and he rotated his head back to her.

The attention upon the latest wolf had put the younger girl in want to leave. He ground his teeth, and than his jaw went slack. "Ismeme do what you please, and think what you want" he muttered with indifference. He had no time to make amends with a stranger over some small little thing. Woman. He'd never understand them, and would never attempt to try. He was only being wary with his eyes more intent upon the new comer because he wasn't sure of her intent. While Ismeme he had counted out as a threat, the other he could not be sure.

His other ear cupped forward at her rough tone, and he was not quite surprised her tone matched her outer appearance. She appeared tough, and sure of herself. The mottled brown, seemed to be the imagine that matched the voice. The brute would have been more surprised if it would have sounded high, and sweet. "You lone wolf, lookin' for some company too?" It wasn't the best question, but he wanted to break the ice. He couldn't pick up any strong scents upon her, but she was not close enough for him to thoroughly check. He didn't just go around sniffing everyone at close inspection, and for the time being would assume she was a loner like him.

I hope not, he thought silently in reply to her words. If this was how she handled things, he wasn't eager to be meeting up with her, let alone being in the same pack. He had patient for things, but not her kind of problems. Silly girls were on his list. He let it go, he wasn't one to waste time dancing around, and pleasing others who meant nothing. His large shoulders shifted, trying to relax, and his attention was fully upon the lady who had remained. It was much better he only had to deal with one stranger at a time now. She might prove more reasonable, and mature there the first. Really being out numbered was never a particular thing he was fond of, especially by women. "Smart thing. Are you have any better luck than me?" He asked, gesturing to the female who had just left because of his lack of reason to want her attention or give his in return.


Kindly she offered her name, and he tipped his head sounding is off, "Vander." He wasn't even going to say Evander again. He squinted slightly not to look like he was glaring, before he decided to recline to his haunches in a peace offering. She did look as bored as he was within these lands, and he wondered if she too wanted a purpose. It was probably why he felt more interested in her, he was always more able to want to pay attention if he could relate.

"I'll find out whether bad or good," he replied with a half smirk. He doubted to see that girl again, and if he didn't then it would be good luck. The bad was not finding anyone worth talking too, or any information about these parts. He sighed, coarse and loud from his his dark brown lips. He shuffled his steps, and twisted his ears back letting his eyes drift upward toward the tree branches, and patches of blue sky. It could be worse, he thought. Dying from boredom was maddening. The brute's paws were itchin' to be moving rather than merely holding him up. She didn't look too awfully thin, and he concluded she had to be some kind of decent huntress by the single observation.

Rolling his head back down, he kept a clear mask. "Likewise," he responded, and if anyone looked hard enough they might see the raise of his lip in the tiniest of grins. He might change his mind about it later, she had helped him escape one form of company and for that he was grateful. A deep chuckle echoed, and rolled in his throat. "No kidding. I could do with some green grass, and sunlight." Something to do so I don't go insane. He thought, but had already sealed his lips. A clearing of his throat, he mindfully drew a step in her direction. He was testing of coarse, and wanted part of his curiosity answered."You haven't been in these lands long, have you?"