He was feeling better today. It had been some time since he had run into Siv, and the other women he had run into before her and he had moved along the mountain that had been between some other packlands and then some other packlands from the smell of it. Reykr rode on his elk, the bull grunting as it moved through the wooded area and it's rough and uneven terrain. Reykr had patted the side of the beast's neck as it carried him and he whispered sweet words to it, just to keep it going. Reykr decided that he had needed to take a break and he needed to get a bath, so he scented the air for water, and he pulled the reigns of his hornless elk towards the water he had smelt. The elk would not run though, for the brush was too thick around them for them to easily run through, nor did the beast really have the energy to burn. Reykr could tell that the beast was tired, because it kept on grunting at him as they moved on the uneven terrain. Them making it to the water would be good for the beast, because then Reykr could take the things of the mount's back and let the beast munch and perhaps bathe himself.


Soon they would make it to the water, and Reykr would let a sigh of relief come from his maw as he slipped from the mount's back and took the bags off the steed's back and then placed them on the ground where they would not get wet. The elk then shook his body from the weight of both the rider and his things and he let out another grunt before he nibbled on some of the grasses that were around and then he went to the water and he had began to drink some water. Reykr had watched the elk for a moment before he had gotten in the water himself, and he had washed himself of the dirt and dried blood that was from the wounds that had been healing nicely. He sighed contently as he ran his hands over his lean body. The elk was not about to let the luperci have all the fun though, so he too got in the water, which cleaned his own pelt of the dirt and grime that had stuck to it. Reykr helped brush out the dirt from his steed's pelt. He hummed while he did so, and the elk turned his neck and he nibbled lovingly at his master's fur.

His claws had been brushing through the fur of the mount. He'd yet to name his mount, even though it had sworn it's loyalty to him. It had been because the elk had not told Reykr it's name, and neither had the gods. He called it 'Valk' if only because he had tattooed the Valknut on it's thigh so he could tell the difference between it and other elk, and so other people could know that it was an owned elk, and not something they were supposed to kill and eat. That did not stop many wolves though, there had been plenty times where he had to assault a luperci because it was tracking and hunting his elk. He fashioned a bone arrow and bow because of this reason, as well as sticking to his Optime form so that he could have the security of being able to defend himself. If he was not so concerned about protection he would wander around in his secui form like he normally did and had grown up using. He had taken to his lean, handsome Optime form for many days now, and he missed the security of being in his secui form, but after being attacked by two luperci, he was not willing to take the chance of being discovered in his secui and attacked again.


He had not noticed a woman coming to the river until there was a voice that had come into the air. He swirled around to look at the woman, and what he saw was someone who rivaled his volva in appearance. His maw gaped open and he had to push the instant lust away from his brain and body. He took a deep breath and he smiled at the woman. Hello, beautiful. he called to her and he bowed his head lightly before his sweetcorn eyes would look at her and her beautiful body, and then land on her bi-colored eyes. She was so beautiful all the way down to her eyes. The male stood up in the water and he had come to the shore, and lifted himself out of the water. He still held a smile on his lips, an innocent one to say the least. He had noticed that her brows were furrowed, so he did not come closer to her while on land, instead he had put himself on his knees and he looked up at her. Strange, but this was how he submitted to women, it always had been. My name is Reykr Helsi. the male spoke to her, his tail had wagged gently, but not too excitedly. You are very, very beautiful, m'lady. It feels like a sin to even look at you. he told her before he had made his sweetcorn colored eyes fall to her ankles. The sinner was not worthy enough to actually look at her. Do you have a name? Or should I just call you "Beautiful?" he asked, still not looking up at her, only looking at her tan ankles.

She spoke of his name, and said that it was interesting. It was an abnormal name, but not in his clan back at home. They were all named old norse names, so it was common to see the abnormal names in the clan. He smiled lightly at her, and chuckled lightly. She then asked what he was doing, since he was on his knees. This was his own greeting for females when he was in his Optime form. If he was in his secui, he would have sat down in front of her, but Optime was always straight to the knees. Showing you the respect you deserve, m'lady. the male spoke to her, again nodding his head to her. He still adverted her gaze until she had asked him to lift his gaze when talking to her. He obeyed the woman, and his sweetcorn eyes looked at her, and his ears pricked back forward. He had looked at her with adorning eyes, ones that could barely be peeled off the woman. The elk that had still been in the water had bellowed to it's master and had started to come in from it's bath. Reykr was already dirty again, because he had gotten on his knees in the dirt, not even thinking about the fact that he had just gotten out of the water from bathing himself.


He smiled up at her as she leaned in towards him. What are you doing here, Beautiful? she had not given him a name, so he had resorted to the word of endearment that she hadn't protested to. She didn't seem to mind all of the flattery, so there was little reason for him to stop being so kind and charming to the woman. It wasn't like he was really acting out of normal either, for he was a very kind gentleman to woman, while to men, he was just the opposite.

This was normal behavior to the male, and his pack, though he did have a more ecstatic way of expressing himself, it worked within the hearg and was widely accepted by many females he had come across in his time. Reykr's eyes stayed on the woman, for she had allowed and accepted the eye contact and he did enjoy looking at her, it was a nice change, for there were some women whom would let him do what he was doing and avoid eye contact. The cola colored maw of the male held a smile of his own, one that was gentle, and it really complimented his facial features and his sweetcorn eyes were on the multi-colored beauty. He could feel the lust rising in his gut as he continued to eat up her appearance and her strange charm. She obviously knew that she was beautiful, and she used it to her advantage, for she had slipped by him, her thigh touching his shoulder, and his head instantly turned to look at her, and his eyes curved down her body and landed on her perfectly round rump, and that long, feathery tail that she had. He couldn't help but lick his lips as she had started to go into the water.


She had finally offered him a name and he bowed his head again. It is a pleasure to meet you, Isabella. the name was pronounced on his tongue strangely, with a seductive ring placed on it like a rider on a steed. He did not mean for it to sound the way that it did, but it did, and then the woman had told him to come join her, and he had just then noticed that he had gotten mud on his knees from him sitting in the dirt in front of the woman. He grinned sheepishly, and he got up, and slowly made his way into the water. The Elk cocked it's head and gave a call to the teak and cola shaded wolfdog. The male ignored the beast. Sometimes, he really is annoying. He's probably just wondering why I went back in the water. He isn't all that smart all the time, ya know? he commented about the elk and chuckled lightly as he looked at her. He dared not to touch though, not without permission. Do....Do you need help with any spots you can't reach? he asked the woman, a rather lame question, but maybe she would answer him with a lame answer. He figured he might as well offer seeing as he was invited in. Not only that but, as soon as his knees had been submerged into the water, his muddy knees were no more. He also put that same sheepish grin on his lips again, another type of look that seemed to give mister Reykr Helsi an adorable look on his somewhat goofy looking face that had it's own charm altogether. If he were a puppy still, he would have won a treat for begging in a very weird, pathetic way.

Reykr chuckled at the woman's words of his Elk. It was a hearty laugh that was all too close to the bellowing of the Elk. He then returned her smile with one of his own, the toothy grin plastered on his lips. "Indeed, he does not have a lady elk for himself. I have told him many times to go, be free, and spread his seed, but either he doesn't understand, or he just doesn't want to leave me. In any case, the beast is ridiculously loyal to I." spoke the Helsi male as he cast his gaze to the elk, and then to her mount, and then back to the beautiful woman who had invited him to bathe with her. "Either way, I would be showing him up." he chuckled as he moved closer, the woman turning away, and laughing at him before she asked him to help her with her saddled back. His hands rose above the water for a moment as he closed even more of the distance, so that he could help her.

"Of course I will help you with that." spoke the male, a bright smile on his face as he took some water in his left hand and brought it to her shoulders and he ran his fingers through her long fur, and he massaged lightly where he was helping clean, trying to make her feel good, all while getting the satisfaction of touching the woman. "Where are you from, Isabella? Are you from somewhere where it's really cold?" he asked, referring to the length of the woman's fur, for he was almost stupid to the mixed breeds of the world, even though he was one himself, he did not think he was much of anything but a weird looking wolf. In all reality though, he was part dog, where he took a lot of his look from, seeming like he is nothing but a large German Shepherd with those bright, wolfish yellow eyes that were unique in their own way. His tall, pointed ears were pointed towards the woman as he awaited her answer, and his mind tried to fathom where she could be from. His hands continued to pour small amounts of water on her back and massage the water in before rinsing it again and running the long fur through his hands to make sure it did not tangle.