It was cooler up here, and that is the way he liked it. The man had recently entered the lore, and immediatly took to the mountains- what he was most familiar with. He had scowered the area for a densite, and found a small outcrop of rock that formed a small cave due to other jagged rocks surrounding it. He could get used to it up here. Tlarx slipped out from the rocks, white-gray pelt catching the sunlight. Deep brown eyes scanned across the mountain, then dropped down below. He stood like a statue, observing the wilderness, wondering what was down here. With a grunt, he turned, beginning to pad along the hard surfaces of the stones to look for food.


A harsh wind blew, rustling the black furs upon his back. Face stoic an unmoved, he continued onward, nose taking in the scents around him. Within minutes, a pungent odor entered his nostrils, and he flinched. A free meal. With a flick of his thick tail, the large man began to lope forth, mouth parting to get a better scent of the air. He could taste it. Goat. He was familiar with the creature, for his old pack would hunt several of the stout beasts. Small ears flickering, the wolf released a woof of pleasure as he happened upon the half eaten corpse. Cautiously, Tlarx stopped, eyeing his surroundings. The way the goat was torn seemed to signify that it was slaughtered by a cougar. Pathetic big cats they were. With a roll of his eyes, he slinked forward, approaching the corpse.


Jaws parted as a pink tongue yearned to come forth. He began to salivate- food had not met his stomach for two days. He was a creature of thick muscle, therefore needing a lot of food to function. Lowering his head greedily, fangs began to tear at the flesh, savoring the gamey meat. Although it seemed to be a day old, Tlarx appreciated the meal. Eating his fill, he raised his head, sighing in satisfaction.

Tlarx stood in the silence of the mountains, closing his ears and lifting his head as the wind blew once more. As he was enjoying his moment of peace, there was suddenly a feline sibilant that brought him back. Blinking, he snorted, knowing instantly what it was- but where was it? The cougar sounded as if it were attacking. With his eyes narrowing, Tlarx bounded forth on a full stomach, small ears forward and intent. Within a few moments he stumbled upon an interesting scene. The cougar was large...and pissed. It bared its fangs towards another wolf. Tlarx's eyes fell upon the female- she was quite lovely to look at.


The cat's muscles bunched together, and Tlarx sprang forward in response. An intimidating snarl erupted from him throat as he threw himself at the feline. Jaws widening, he was on the puma's tail as it went to attack Athena. Feeling his body in the air, the gray-white male felt as if time had slowed. His heart pounded mercilessly in his chest; adrenaline pumping throughout his body. Contact. The large male slammed into the side of the cougar, casting it away from the admirable female. The cat's ears flattened against its head as he scrambled up onto its paws, eyes narrowing at the arctic man as it crept forward.


Chest puffing outward and tail raising, the thickly muscled wolf leaped forward, fear not apparent within his heart. He growled savagely, inky lips pulled back as he exposed his fangs. The cat began to slink around towards his flank, and with that, Tlarx spun around. He snapped at the cougar, walking towards it as he did so. Seeming to be surprised by the bravery of the wolf, the cougar emitted a dissatisfied hiss before turning on heel. It quickly took to its kill, where it looked to the wolves with hatred in its eyes. Go ahead, have your damn goat, Tlarx thought, teeth still flashing at the cat. He watched as the creature gripped onto the hind leg of what remained of the corpse and began to drag it down the side of the mountain, away from the two wolves. The man now turned to Athena, gazing at her with dark chocolate eyes.

Tlarx continued to look at Athena as she spoke. An angel of white lace, she must have flown down on feathery white wings upon the mountain. Blinking, he shook his head to her. "No need to repay. Just didn't want to see a pretty little lady such as yourself getting hurt." With these words, the man smiled politely, dipping his head towards her. He supposed that she too picked up the odor of the goat's corpse and went to investigate, but was interfered by the angry cougar. He inspected her briefly, taking in her scent as he looked back to her amber eyes.


"I'm Tlarx." He said smoothly, flicking his tail. Continuing to take in her scent, Tlarx could detect the odor of other wolves. Perhaps she belonged in a pack. Oh, if she did, they would be ecstatic that he had saved her life. Keeping a grin to himself, he turned his head to where the cougar had disappeared. As he looked towards the area, he waited for the small woman to reply. She may not be willing to give her name, and he would not mind such....he didn't save her life or anything. Sarcasm was not to roll out onto his tongue, so he remained quiet to hear the woman speak once more.


It had been awhile since Tlarx heard a feminine voice, so once she spoke, her voice was like velvet. It was a variety of notes, forming a pleasant song in his small rounded ears. Had it been that long since he had run into other wolves?

Athena. Tlarx repeated her name in his head as she introduced herself. After she had asked where he was from, the man picked up an odd facial expression on the woman, which could only be noted as panic. Brows furrowed for a second before he shook it off; he would not ask why she had looked that way. "Northwest of here. Just wanted something new." He was blunt with what he said, for he did not feel like going into details. Besides, to him, his history was non too much of an exciting tale. And so, not bothering to burden her ears with his memoirs, he walked past her towards the edge of the mountain.


"I just got here." He stated, turning his head slightly just so he could see the woman out of the corner of his right eye. Peering back towards the lands below, he observed a hawk that hovered high in the sky, riding the turbulent winds. "I prefer the mountains. Never have been much of a forest wolf..." With this, his deep voice trailed off, and he seated himself. Fluffy white-gray tail flicked before resting beside his left haunch. He would not ask her any questions about himself; he did not want to seem nosy. If she wanted to speak, she would do so for herself. As for why he had trailed off whilst speaking- well, he did not want to talk the woman's ear off, now, did he?

Tlarx almost grinned as Athena parked her rump next to him. Oh my, quite the size difference- it was comical, yet cute. His ears flickered at the words "Rocky Mountain". Feeling his tail automatically wag, he craned his head towards her, nodding. "Yes, I was. I must admit, I do miss it quite a bit." Honesty intertwined throughout his voice as his brown eyes looked at her. The white wolves- the purest- descended from the rough mountains. Almost as if they were a gift. Looking at the forest, he found himself bobbing his head along in agreement to Athena's words from her mother.


"Smart woman. I could not agree more." A toothy grin now pulled at him, forcing his ebon lips to rise up a bit. The laugh that the little white wolf released made his mood lighten- damn. It seemed like he had not laughed in what seemed like forever. In fact, it seemed as if there was a lot that had not occurred to him in what felt like ages. Almost sighing, he bit his tongue, holding back his words of solitude. Who would want to listen to that?


"Were you looking for food?" He asked, still looking at the land of the lore below. He figured she had; that the scent of the goat attracted her. For some reason, Tlarx felt slightly responsible for the cougar going after her. It should have been him that it tried to attack. Oh well. He mindlessly risked his own life for hers, and he knew she appreciated it.