All he had been expecting to do was stretch his limbs but then he had flown much further than he had expected to. At first it had been a simple stroll that had turned into a trot and then into a sprint. Before he had known, he had traveled more than a day. Of course, he knew he could not stay long, he would need to get to the pack, his pack, that he was leading. But perhaps some fresh air was exactly what he needed so that he would have a clear head. Nicolò had never truly traveled to the northern part of the lore and it was a much needed experience on his part. The dark man’s pale yellow eyes greedily took in the scenery as he went along and he finally stopped to rest as he came along an area of cherries.

Not fully trusted himself, he steered clear of them, remembering clearly his lessons of not trusting a fruit unless it was inspected by a healer. He continued along, his dark form could easily be spotted in the light of day, but he was not stopped in his tracks by anyone, rather a scent. It was fear that stopped him. The feeling almost suffocated him and the man forced himself to move forward, despite not knowing who this was, concern plagued him. Upon entering a clearing, his eyes were instantly drawn to a pure white female. Assuming that such a thing was coming from her, his eyes swept the clearing for any other sign of danger but was stifled with confusion when he found none.

Hesitant to approach her in any manner, but choosing to do so anyway, he treaded carefully, his pale yellow eyes watching her form for any sign of violent movement. When he was close enough to her, he finally spoke, "Excuse me, Miss?" Nicolò’s voice was a deep timbre, light and doing its best not to disturb the lady from whatever trouble she was in. After all, he was a gentleman. It seemed that every time he laid paw outside of his territory he was to be subject to a maiden in need to his aid. And while he would not object to her if she was in need of help, it would have been pleasant to have had some nice company for once.