The heavy noise of somebody stumbling and the curses that followed bought a smirk to the silver wolf’s face, an ear flicking in the general direction of the distress but not yet turning to take in the sight for himself. Her feminine voice was enough to give her away. His mind conjured the image of a girl, small and pale with wounded pride clear on her face, slinking towards the big strong male. When he finally bought himself to look, what met his burning eyes was not entirely far from what he had imagined. Instead of pale she was dark, and it was with caution that she approached him instead of wounded pride. Well. It was close enough. The smirk was still painted to his face and he watched her move, apparently unaffected by her little tumble.

"Have a nice trip?" He questioned, humour dancing in his eyes and matching the jovial tone with which he asked. It was not that he was malicious, or that he meant to be an arse, more that he didn’t care if he was. After all, what did a little loner girl have to offer him? What had drawn her towards his position looking out into the lands beyond? He guessed he would find out soon enough. She drew nearer with every step.

The stumble had been clear enough, the heavy thud of a falling body, though softened by the snowy terrain was a dead give away and he couldn’t help but snort at her apparent indignation. He would have to have been both deaf and dumb to miss the telltale signs any honed predator was instinctively able to discern.

As the words began to tumble from her lips, his desire to listen waned, heavy head swinging away from the girl enough to keep her in his peripheries, more as an act of caution than one of acknowledgment. This one liked to run her mouth, he could feel a headache coming on already. Amari. Was that so? Well he didn’t feel like sharing his own name just yet, a casual disinterested flick of his ear conveying as much.

Fiery eyes continued to scan the lands below, his stance showing complete disinterest in the small girl who had drawn close, but stayed far enough away to flee if need be. So she wasn’t entirely out of her mind. Perhaps it was loneliness that had drawn her near... "What is it you want Amari?" Her name rolled off his tongue deliciously, laced with the smirk that marred his face. The words could be taken any number of ways, the way she chose to interpret them would speak more of what made her tick than whatever rant she may care to go off on next.

A smile cracked his face at her offer of help. Were all wolves in this place so helpful and selfless? If so, he was sure there was fun to be had at anyone’s expense but his own. But no, she wasn’t selfless, she had motives, a fact that was mildly reassuring to the silvered wolf. So not all the world had gone mad then. Something, someone what difference did it make? He wasn’t sure if he would remain in these lands, or whether he would continue on, depending on the slowly strengthening trail of his brother, but two wolves always had better luck hunting than one and it was with entirely selfish reasoning that he looked the girl up and down once more, his fiery eyes taking on a slightly less mirthful expression.

"I suppose an extra set of eyes wouldn’t hurt..." he pondered aloud. As long as she didn’t start expecting him to throw himself in front of bears or into rivers to save her, she might prove useful. He would never pretend to be a knight in shining armor like his brothers liked to play, no. He had always been more rougish, a knife in the dark, selfish schemer that he was.

He missed the predictability of being surrounded by his siblings. He missed the comfort of regular meals. Phineas had always provided that with the absence of his parents and so it was Phineas that he sought. "Erebos." He finally introduced himself. The finality of his introduction delivering his verdict. He would keep her around for now, if she didn’t find his bluntness off-putting enough to change her mind then he would explain to her their quarry. Although he hardly imagined that large white wolves with burning eyes were a rarity, it would be a start. The winds were picking up and the sun was getting low, it would be time to find a place for the night soon.

So where are we heading Embros? he ignored the mispronunciation of his name, a twisting of his lips the only indication of any discomfort at her tone. He imagined it wouldn’t be the first time he would question his decision to allow the girl to follow along. "I’m looking for my brother." he finally admitted. "His name is Phineas. Pretty sure he’s around here somewhere... He’s large and white, a bit of cinnamon and silver mixed in but far paler than I." It should be enough of a description for the girl to go off, for now anyway.

His eyes continued to rove over the land below wondering if any direction was really better than any other. Finally resting his eyes on a wooded area to the east he nodded in its direction. "That seems as good a direction as any." he said with a small sigh as he began to walk forwards. Assuming she would follow him, if companionship was truly what she sought.