What a boring and deserted place Relic Lore has turned out to be since his dull nails first scratched at the surface back in the scarlet tinged sands. There was no disputing that his nose had garnered the scents of filthy half breeds everywhere along side the fleeting scent of his distant kin until he departed from the red leafed forest, yet not a single soul was encountered. How peculiar was it that in a place that screamed of thriving life not one wolf popped up to play with poor Eirian? Well, obviously he must have been looking in the wrong locations then.

Creamy limbs pushed silently through the dense expanse of timber, using small tails from previous travelers to navigate the steep incline beneath his pads. Ebony nose twitched each time an air current brought the aroma of fresh water to his nostrils accompanied by the sound of its light splashing over both partially and fully submerged boulders. Revealing the salmon tongue that remained dormant within his jaws it graced his dried lips with a quick lick. Considering there was nobody to entertain a small drink sounded pleasant. Maneuvering dark russet frame further down the sloped hills it didn't take long to reach the source of glacial water, but it was an unexpected blur in the distance that truly caught his attention. Lips pulled back into a smirk the young Asurn man would have cracked his knuckles in anticipation of the fun he was about to have with this stranger. Finally there would be some action in this dull place. 

Altering his path of travel to intercept behind the blurred shape once thoughtless steps acquired a more determined, calculated stride. Narrowed lids allowed Eirian to focus the distant embodiment a little easier, a groan threatening to pass over his lips when they discovered the pale coloration that was not of the Timber species. An unholy beast he was. No matter, filthy or not there was still fun to be had. Closing the distance, the dark tawny man saddled up on the lone male's left side within a respectful distance. Smirk morphing into a well trained smile. A part he had played many of times before. "Hello, a fine day is it not?" He spoke in a complacent tone, tiger orange optics allowed to take in the build of this depraved creature. No doubt this brute was as ambisinister as he looked. 

Adequate was the man's simplistic reply to Eirian's own simple question, a small wave of relief ushered over his body at the lack of a hostile response. Albeit, he was cocky enough to believe even if one was made apparent the Asurn man would have been smooth enough to evade such outcomes. More words strung together came to befall his rust tinged audits, pivoting forward to catch each fallen syllable in bemusement. In need of something? That was a given, but something Eirian would not reveal immediately. What fun was there in a game if it ended so soon? The latter part of his statement, though, did threaten to make the man wretch his stomach contents. A romantic anything with the likes of him and his kind was down right sickening to the tawny pelted wolf. Only a pure blooded Eastern Timber could ever hope to earn his affection should he even lay such a blessing on the table, of course.

A bemused chuckle of sorts erupted lightly from his inky colored lips, upholding the smile they once held. "I can assure you I am in no search for a fleeting romance, let alone one of our gender. As being in need of something, that's a foreign answer unknown to either of us." His words tactically vague in hopes of luring the man into further conversation and it would seem so as the stranger offered a title for ones self. It was a strange way of saying ones name, but Eirian brushed to oddity off with a subtle shrug. Upper frame lowering with a limb bending back into a slight bow as he spoke upon his own name. "Eirian Asurn at your service." Not nearly as poetically spoken, but it served its purpose. Rising back to his relaxed height, a brow quirked curiously. "What, may I ask, brings such a poetic man such as yourself out in these parts?" 

There was a method to his strategic words, hoping the bit of flattery may ease this Gunnar character into revealing what information he knew of these parts. Information Eirian would need to know in regards to his future plans

The answer to his question was not one he had expected to hear, albeit mysterious to its proper meaning. All around the men the shared air had shifted its energy, a sense of uneasiness settling over the Asurn that he dared not let on to this unholy thing in his presence. Apparently Gunnar was looking for his favorite morsel to devour, but the way those rusty optics flickered over his embodiment in a near morbid fascinated way that did little to sooth Eirian's uneasiness. What this guy's favorite food was was not turning out to be something he wanted to find out any time soon. Taking a stealthy step back he put a small amount of extra distance between them.

Then the most peculiar information spewed from Gunnar's leathery lips, weaving a tale about the abundance of moths that were dying all around them and how it grew lonesome at night not having the insect companions to follow in his footsteps anymore. "How sad." Was all Eirian could mutter as he forced himself to fabricate a saddened, laconic tone of voice when in truth he couldn't give a rat's furry behind about the sudden death of hundreds of thousands of moths this time of year. What use was this to him in obtaining information about these lands? It was as useless as this man was starting to become. Mentally the dark agouti man was beginning to have second thoughts about indulging this man further in conversation. He had nothing useful to offer and precious daylight was burning away. Unless he was able to offer something useful, Eirian was keen on hightailing it out of there. These mutts were never of any use.

Eirian listened closely as finally some useful intellect was muttered by this man, words about young and an alpha being intimidated by the likes of him warranting a bemused half chuckle of sorts. The Asurn king in the making would need to venture to this northern alpha and rummage for what information about them there he could. Little did the dark tawny man know that within this mysterious pack of the north a long lost cousin of his lived out her days. A pitiful citizen under tommyrot leadership in the eyes of the Asurns.

But his attention was in the present with this older brute, deciding he may have some use after all if he had information about those inhabiting these parts. "A sneak well trained in his trade never gets caught, though, am I right?" Eirian played along with this man's games, hoping if he did so this man would offer more requested knowledge. "But tell me more about this alpha you speak of. You are the first in many moons I have crossed paths with and wish to learn more about this glorious place and who else I may run into." A small white lie tumbling off the smooth surface of his pink tinted tongue. It was true he was wishing to wanting to learn more about this place to better guide his future decisions and plans before settling anywhere, but the notion of wanting to run into others. Hardly true at all. If they served no purpose in his plots he wanted nothing to do with them.