Of course, with all of the beautiful scenery encompassed the place she had stumbled upon, she had to get lost in one of the thickest thickets she had come across. The stark ivory of her pelt did little to camouflage her with her surroundings, but that was the least of her worries as a brazen branch swung back and swatted her harshly across the eye. The ruction stirred a low growl to seep past her tainted lips, and the arctic hybrid quickly pressed forward, finally emerging in a rather pretty glade.


Cursing at the fact there was now a cut on her brow – the ivory dove could feel the burn as she moved – she knew there would be a small trickle of blood smoothing down her brow. It wasn’t the flowers that gained her initial interest however, but the sudden black figure that was amidst them. Startled; the she-wolf managed to withhold a gasp, though her muzzle shot down protectively to her throat at the sudden appearance of the stranger. How strange that she had been so wrapped up in the dense thicket that she had not even scented him. She spoke nothing -- Lífdís was a creature who did not appreciate surprises.

In the few moments she had to react to his sudden appearance (or her own, depending on who’s side one looked at) the warrior took in the small details that would hinder her should they fight. He was a large male, and while she was as well considering her heritage, her figure was slender and graceful, while his much thicker. Should a fight brew between them, the she-wolf could wisely cosndier flight as a decent option.. though knew her pride would have none of it. An unblemished body from any male, Lífdís knew she would deliver any blows he decided to give her.


However, such thoughts of any impending fight were quickly brought to a hault by a few simple and uninspiring words. She was bleeding. Blinking her fiery eyes, the she-wolf drew her muzzle up slightly, noting only now that perhaps this male was not as feisty as those she had been told of. Relief would have flooded her instantly, though her muscles remained tense. “So it seems,” she drawled lightly, her paws beginning to side-step a light dance to the side. Her eyes fell upon the water he stood by before shooting back to him. “Do you mind if I clean myself up? The thicket was a little unfriendly.” While she doubted he had any ownership to said small pool of water, she wasn’t about to stomp on his toes to get to it.

The dark male moved out of her way – more so out of obligated politeness than anything it seemed, but she only gave him a light nod of courtesy. With that done, the she-wolf glanced down to the pool of water, disregarding the stranger for the moment and looking at the potential mess that was her face. Relieved to see the scratch above her brow was only minor, and that the blood was beginning to dry, the she-wolf dipped her paw to the water lightly, then brought her face down to smooth the small cut against her now wet ankle. Staring down to the pool of water, the pale girl noted the blood was gone, and while the cut burned slightly, she barely noticed it now.


With a light shake of her pelt, the lone wolf bent her muzzle down to lap at the water, quenching the thirst she had attained while trying to find her way through that damned awful mess of thick branches. Once finished, she cast a nonchalant glance behind her slender shoulder, noting the black wolf was still there. “You’re still here,” she remarked flatly, suddenly realizing that he must have been settling there for a rest and she had intruded on his privacy. Tough. “By chance, do you know about the inhabitants of this land? Any packs to note?”

It was rather distressing to realize he had been watching her the entire time, and now more than ever did her self esteem begin to falter. Really, what tool crashed in to a branch and cut their eye? Still, her tail curled softly against her haunch for only a second in quiet contemplation, and her muscles relaxed greatly. More than likely she would never see him again, so this first impression seemed to matter little. After all, how many wolves had she come across and had never seen again? Countless.


Both silver-tipped ears preened forward to the information he gave her, and the slender she-wolf curled her muzzle down lightly in gratitude. His words were brief, but to the point, which was something she could appreciate. Settling down to her haunches, the arctic she-wolf regarded her companion momentarily. “Lífdís Eyjólfur,” she quietly introduced, her tongue rolling with the gentle purr that accompanied her vocals when using her birth language. “Do you plan on joining any of these packs?” It was truly none of her business, and she almost expected him to tell her so.. but either way, it was conversation.

His eyes settled upon the water – a fact that was perfectly fine with the ivory girl, for his bright eyes upon her were more nerve-wracking than anything else. While the stranger before her seemed rather aloof, he could also be unpredictable. One thing she did note was that he failed to introduce himself in turn, and it was either a sign that he was too full of himself to bother, or he was simply much too disinterested in the conversation; something that she could sympathize with, for it seemed she was the only one asking questions.


His words were not surprising – already her companion was leaving her with a sour taste in her mouth. He was apparently too good for the local packs as well, which only stirred her interest to what they were like. “And what does suit your taste?” Humor laced her tone, already foreseeing the exact words he would say. He wanted to lead a pack.. to not bend over for anyone. Her own features turned stoical – masking the amusement that slowly came to her. Boys were all the same.