Assertive golden hues indulged themselves as the exuberant male sauntered - delicate snow flakes clung to his ebony coat. Ominous clouds shadowed him overhead, rendering the sun's rays useless as they failed to penetrate them. Jesear's muscles rippled under his pelt as he padded along. His large paws sunk into the tiny, white devils that piled upon each other. Halting beneath a large Conifer, the Valley Wolf shook out his shaggy fleece. Dipping his bulky dome, he sniffed at the opposing ice coating the ground. A series of scents plagued his nose as he did so, picking up distinct scents that caused his ears to twitch. Allowing his dome to remain low, he stalked under the hundreds of Conifers that managed to offer him temporary shelter from the frigid weather. A raven's distinct call sounded above him, a warning for unprotected prey that may lurk near. Huffing into the snow, he sneezed at the particles inhaled by his action.

The Mountain of Dire was one that the young brute had yet to explore; even so, it seemed that the Mountain was that of a scared, undiscovered place. The landscape stretched well above his head, even as he was a rather exuberant wolf - standing taller than most his kind. Shaking out his pelt once more, he strained his harks to reach their maximum field of hearing. Only petty rushed movements of inferior mammals caught his attention, but soon he found himself ignoring them. Ruins of Wildwood was new. Jesear was eager to start anew, masking his past with the present. An opening in the forest ascended his dome upward, golden orbs taking in everything but giving away nothing. Scanning the clearing, he hesitated before descending forth.

Adjusted bright golden orbs continued to take in everything around him as he padded farther away from his makeshift den. The Mountains were distanced at this point, looming shadows lurking in the night. Snorting once again, the overwhelming scent of his own kind soon invaded his olfactory sensors. Raising his dome to his looming height, curiosity and frustration of the unknowing overcame him. Jes desperately wished to know where he was, and if he was even welcome here. The wolven he expired from were vicious, cold-hearted beasts that he no longer wished to stomach.    

Well aware of the other's presence, the sweet stench merely grew stronger - Jesear's harks perked forward and his tail remained low. She was near, though he failed to see her. Abruptly, she appeared, alerting him with diminutive noises toward his direction. Slowing to a lumbering stop, he lowered his dome as he dipped his dome in gentlemen-like respects. His bright golden hues seemingly glowed through the atmosphere, regardless, it was merely an optical allusion. Harks forward, he began to take in her bodice. The fae was small, several centimeters smaller than he. Though, by the smell of it, she originated from a pack not far from here.

Foolish of him, wondering onto sacred, unknown lands without any knowledge of his endeavors. So, instead of appearing hostile, the young male was respectful, even for his mischievous age. "Apologies, madam, if I intrude." He paused, his voice a rich and deep baritone, "It seems that I am, indeed, lost. Or more so that I seek new lands. I come from over the Mountains, of a land far from here." Cracking a small, diminutive smile, he mused, "The Mountains were something of my caliber that I can effortlessly journey across, for I was raised upon one myself. Regardless, If you don't mind me asking, where am I?" Tilting his head slightly, the exuberant male studied her intently.

The welcoming smile creasing his lips did not falter as she began to speak, harks swiveling completely toward the mistress as she carried on talking. It wasn't like Jesear minded her explanations, for it was information he pried for rather than small talk. Lowering himself onto his haunches, his exuberant and muscular form sat politely before her. Cocking his dome to the side, he appeared confused for the way he treated any lady was by compliment and kindness. "I apologize, for I am confused. I call all ladies Madam, Alpha or not. I would be rude if I didn't."

Jesear squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest, raising his head high before dipping it; he held his paw to his ebony chest as he bowed before Desideria. "I am Jesear, descending from the Mountain of Dusk - though I am not sure if you would know of such a sacred land." Yawning, he abruptly stood to his large paws, noticeable muscles rippling, "Oh, if I need to take my leave, I will do so. If you insist on assisting me, however. I left Dusk due to the fact rebellion struck and pack members fled - I being one. Though I'm not sure how you could help, for all I am looking for is a place I can.. call home." Jesear's voice was rich with sorrow, though it lacked a more lackadaisical tone. The brute stood tall and assertive once again, though not overly so it would seem he was overbearing.