@Senka

Camio was prone to wander, though today he tried to keep his wandering to a minimum. Hollowheart Keep was surely growing silent and he wanted to lurk around the pack for the next few days. Keep tabs on the members to see what exactly was going on. His mind kept falling back to think he had joined a weak, dying, disgusting pack of wolves. But of course he would keep these thoughts to himself for the time until he saw it fit to spill his thoughts upon the wolves he lived with or to the other wolves of the land of the Lore.

Coming upon a hidden water source Camio allowed his nose to rimple at the sight of it. The molted male wasn't exactly a water wolf to say. He preferred his woods and mountains. Only time he didn't mind getting his coat wet was when it was raining down on him. Though when it came to swimming it would be rare to find Camio being in the water taking a dip. The only way it would happen would be in a life or death situation. Even then the male might find himself making it a tough call between touching the water or dying in whatever his death may have been. Figuring though that wasn't the case this particular day Camio sat down on the shoreline making sure to be just far enough away from the water were it wouldn't soak his paws but just close enough where it may lightly damp his toes.

"Speech."

@Senka

It didn't take long for Camio's eyes to land on an unfamiliar face taking a drink from the waters he despised. Watching her thirstily lap up the water like she had never seen a source of it in her life Camio smiled softly keeping his eyes fixed firmly on her form. "My, my sweetheart did we have a long trip for you to be so parched?" Rising to his feet the male stood tall were he was, obviously not set on moving. "How 'bout you come over here and give me a visit? I've been rather lonely." His voice calling out to the other across the water.

Camio held his proud regal appearance waiting for the female to make a move and or say something back to him. Taking in the sight of the female his eyes soaked in every detail visible from his standing point. The dark reddish brown fur, fiery orange gold eyes, her large size. Some would call it rude for him to be staring at the female but he could honestly care less. Camio wouldn't follow those rules or manners set by the society of wolves he lived in. For he did what he would please. Whether it be staring or killing another individual. He was the merciless and loveless Camio Zamora. He would set his own standards and rules in his life. Never would he fully follow another and let them set his life out through morals for the foolish.

"Speech."