This place was irrefutably boring to the young male as broad shoulders rubbed up against the deep reddish bark of a lumbering redwood tree to soothe an itch his teeth couldn't quite reach themselves before sauntering off further into the depths of the forest. For a place that clearly smelt occupied; including the mixture of alluring perfumes from real women, pack borders, and cologne of men in pursuit, you'd expect to run into at least one individual, but the dark-hued man remained empty-pawed. What a drag.

A salmon tongued rolled out from parted jaws as Sunder voiced his lack of motivation in the form of a yawn, tarnished canines gleaming in the patchy sunlight that filtered through the forest canopy while he lowered his haunches to plop his rump unceremoniously onto the ground. His head tilted skyward to settle his pale green gaze on the dancing leaves above as the faint trace of a breeze guided their graceful steps. Spring was definitely creeping back onto the scene. Perhaps there was a cache or creek nearby he could snag a quick snack out of since the chances of acquiring any company, or competition for that matter seemed slim at best.

Whimsical daydreams of raiding another's cache or fishing in a creek to fill his belly were swiftly swept abroad as charcoal-painted ears couldn't help but pique in both curiosity and surprise. The silence that once enveloped the forest was abruptly shattered by the thundering stomps of what the young male at first thought was a moose charging through the foliage only to find himself taken aback by the sudden manifestation of one small raging woman adorned in shades of cream and silvers. Dark lids had to blink a couple of times before reassuring himself this mad woman; with a tongue on her at that, wasn't about to barrel straight into him. Poor guy hadn't done anything yet.

Sunder couldn't help the snort, though, that came all too naturally in response to her most ladylike opening line. "My, my. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" There was no holding back the sarcasm in his tone nor the amusing twitch to his lips that curled to form the faint traces of a smirk as he rose to a stand should the woman before himself indeed decide to tackle him anyways. "Can't a handsome guy take a leisurely stroll through the forest these days?"

Clearly the stranger before him was not a connoisseur of sarcasm as her hackles bristled in further irritation from his musings, the points of her fangs protruding from beneath taut lips. Now, what had crawled up her rear end and died? Speaking of rear ends, his was apparently too profound to belong in this neck of the woods. Sunder scoffed and lifted a paw to hold briefly against his chest in a display of mock offense before daring to remove his gaze from the woman in order to in fact look at his own ass then back to her as if her words had actually bruised his ego.

"WELL. It's not fat it's pleasantly plump!" Sunder quipped with a huff that he knew well enough would without a doubt only agitate the poor woman more. Growing up the young buck had a natural way of getting underneath nearly anyone's skin and always be found as the root cause for conflicts escalating. With the exception of his sister that is. Somehow she was the only one that could tolerate the man's personality although she made it known when she had enough.

Was...was that what he thought it was? A glimmer of hope dared arise in the man's pale green gaze as he caught the faintest signs of cracking in the woman's otherwise ironclad composure. Each corner of her lips crept further upward until the slightest crooked smile was formed. That was a win in Sunder's book.

"Ah c'mon, you really mean to tell me you don't find this juicy bit o' meat bite worthy?" As his words flittered off his lips in a playful manner despite the tension in the air he spun about to expose his back to her, bowing his front to allow the said object to wiggle enticingly before her. Clearly showing the level of maturity; or lack thereof, the young man had. All in all, he was just trying to further spread those cracks.

Peaking from underneath his forearm, Sunder tilted his head curiously in response to her latter statement. What the hell was a Lardll? After a couple of moments of contemplation and looking at her in deer-eyed confusion it dawned on him. OH! So that explained the weird scent on her pelt that mingled with that other weird scent.