Peace was merrily accepted, albeit fleeting as were many pleasures in life, the warrior had come to learn. A disturbance to the forest from whence she came alerted the idle female that she was no longer alone but in the presence of a distraction. Her time better spent in exploration, curiosity lured her from her pleasure bed of fragrant flora to all fours. Her ears perked with intrigue with delicate nose quivering at the delectable aroma of a kindred soul upon the wind. From leisure to excitement, her lush tail greeted the distraction before even her eyes could behold its form. For all she knew it was nothing but weak fodder come to raise her hopes only to dash them mercilessly. The very thought eased the elated sways to tentative strokes...
The Lupus scent could have never well been imagined; her eagerness finally getting the better of her. Why she continued to depress herself, the female had yet to know. But to dispel these negative notions was well worth it when finally an image coupled with the scent. The unmistakable musk of male graced her flared nostrils. The aroma savored and scrutinized whilst her starved eyes continued to feast without shame. The generous sways of her tail grew eager once more.
As he parted from the forest, his obsidian hues bleeding upon verdant ground, she noted he walked upon two legs carrying an instrument strung with wood and string. A tool? Her head cocked left with a gradual tilt with brows knitted with curiosity. What purpose did it serve? Had it been that which caused the peculiar sound? Not even a moment in his presence and already the questions were bubbling to the surface, held in check by a tightly clasped lid. Ah, but her lips were trembling furiously, threatening to unseal... A detour from inappropriate questioning was better found in further observation of his person, she discovered. Aside from his foreign tool, the odd hue of his pelt warranted her attention. Sensual black enveloping a pristine form of trained muscle, fashioned with an irregular red. Again, her crown tipped with intrigue opposite to its prior angle. That couldn't have been natural. The Nomads shared many colored pelts, some rare and creating even more enticing hues. But this color by far was an oddity. Like blood had permanently marred his pelt though the stench of rotting essence did not taint him. X'yrin found herself edging toward him; his name and question in her ears though her tongue had yet to craft a response. She was... simply too drawn in by this enigma to speak. Like Nayru and the fountain of knowledge she provided, the Exultare again found herself allured by this new Ichikan strangeness. The mark of the warrior, perhaps?
But at last his words sank in, jarring the female to reality and urged a retreat of several steps back from the Optime form male. "Name... yes," she re-acknowledged the question, head dipping in embarrassment. "X'yrin Exultare.... a Nomad." For certain the band would not have been known to other Ichikan members as the name was foreign to Nayru upon their first encounter, but an explanation would come secondly given the situation at hand. An involuntary delve into the female's lifestyle would have been grossly uncalled for. But still she practiced the cherished art of exchange from one wolf to another; "Are you a Ryu? Like the Lady Nayru?" Her sight shifted again to the strange but curious tool in his possession. "You are... a warrior too?" Were the Fates truly that kind to bless her with an audience so soon?