Tlarx was wandering through a new part of the lore- the Thicket of Secrets. His massive frame slid through the mangled trees and bracken in a lithe manner...surprisingly for his size. The sun was at its omphalos within the sky, attempting to beat down heavily through the thicket but resulting in little luck. A small amount of warmth could be felt upon his pelt, and he continued through the thicket, wondering when the hell it would end. It seemed to go on forever.


As he leaped over a small fallen tree, Tlarx was in a clearing. The rays of the sun stretched through the thin canopy here, lighting up the clearing in the thicket below. Within this clearing was a tawny pelted woman- her coat seemed as if it was formed from the earth itself. The white beast watched in silence for a few moments as she loped about, looking through the brush for something- had she lost a possession? With a tilt of his head, the wolf stepped forward, large weighted paws crunching on old leaves as he did so. Outstretching his neck, he spoke quietly, deep voice rumbling within the clearing.


"Have you lost something?" It was a simple question, but one that would answer his curiosities immediately. The woman seemed to be a bit frantic, and a swarm of pity bit at the silvery-white man like bees as he watched her. Taking a step back now, the wolf prepared himself for bared fangs and flame lit eyes, as many wolves around here seemed to wish to display.

The sun continued to cast its glow into the clearing as Tlarx's jaws tensed. Why was she not responding? The brown toned woman shook her head, and suddenly sank into a submissive posture. Tlarx was growing confused, fast. Shaking his head back at her, his massive shoulderblades rose in befuddlement. "Are...you ok?" It was all he could pull from his mind; it came from his throat almost silently, but it was there. Anything could be heard within the clearing, for it was dead silent. The rustling noise is what had attracted him toward it.


Wait. One second. Was she a mute? Tlarx had never met a mute, so he was not sure what the actions such wolves had taken when attempting to communicate. This was going to be difficult. He stepped forward now, confident that the lady before him was no threat. He kept his fluffed tail in a neutral stance, proclaiming that he would not hurt her. Patiently, the man awaited the quiet one's next action...or perhaps words. Maybe she was just shy, but hell, he had not a clue whatsoever.

Tlarx was growing rather frustrated now. Brows furrowing, his inky lips drooped downward in a frown. "Can you talk? Just whisper... or something..." He did not know what else to say. What was happening with this wolf was beyond him. She had been looking for something when he stumbled across her, but what was it? Food? A plant? A plant...


He looked around now, eyes scanning the brush that surrounding the clearing. "A plant." he said aloud. Tlarx probably sounded like an idiot, but he did not care. His dark gaze continued around the outskirts; mind was rushing with thought. "Is it a plant you need? I'm sorry, miss, I don't know what is wrong." Why was he apologizing? Shaking his head, the white-gray man began regretting stumbling upon this woman. It had now become his obsession to find out what was happening with her, and help her out if he could. She seemed troubled. He could tell she was embarrassed as her gaze fell upon him, and the frown remained at his muzzle.

Tlarx could tell that Nina was stressed; it began to rub off on him. With her rabid nodding, he knew what she needed. "Ok. Well, let's look for it, then. Point to me what it sort of looks like." What was he getting himself into? Whatever. He looked at the wolf, stepping forward gingerly. His massive white paws left imprints in the soil as he came forward. Rounded ears perked forth, he made his way up next to Nina, peering into the forest. "You lead."


The large man waited for her to begin moving. Whatever she needed the plant for, he could probably guess- her voice. What had happened to it? His dark eyes slid over to the right to look at her. After a moment, they immediately shot back forward. Tlarx froze now, awaiting the female to take the lead and bring them to where she may have thought the plant was growing.

Tlarx let his mind free, allowing himself to stop thinking for awhile. They rushed through the thicket, the tangled branches attempting to trip the massive beast. He struggled a bit to keep up with the tawny woman, but managed to do so. He came to a half as she stopped, turning to look at him. Fortunately, the man's eyes fell to her face just as she mouthed Name?. Ears flattening, he looked as her with pity in his dark eyes. "Tlarx" He nodded his head at his very own calling. Looking now to the thicket beyond her, he sighed "Is there something you can get for your voice?"


No, he did not know she was looking for herbs for her leadess. He figured she may have had a sore throat or something along the lines, and wished to hold her voice to avoid irritating her throat. Flicking his black-tipped tail to and fro, the silvery-white man looked to the trees as a large crow swept through the canopy. It moved silently, beady black eyes gazing at the wolves below. As soon as it passed, he looked back to the woman in front of him, waiting for her to turn and continue.