The strange call of a bird caught his attention for the briefest of moments and he looked to the skies, a large and odd looking bird circling down to land on the large gold and red woman. She seemed thoroughly unconcerned by this and he presumed that the bird was hers. She strolled towards him with an easy gait, her long red mane resting along her back, some tendrils even reaching the floor. The trailing of the red strands made Niernan think of free flowing blood, he repressed the shudder that had threatened to thrill down his spine. He instead focussed on the flowers that adorned her mane, the odd feather added into the mix as well. The overall effect of the females colours gave an impression of autumn, very appropriate for the changing season. If the Irish Stormbringer hadn't already found the love of his life he would have appreciated the visage of the stranger more, but as it was he admitted that she was attractive, but didn't dwell more on the thought.
The woman paused as he spoke, he didn't think that he had said anything all that shocking, in fact he thought that he had been incredibly polite considering the situation. He was mildly puzzled, but as she resumed her advance he quelled the confusion, allowing his cerulean eyes to follow her movements. She started to circle him, giving him a wide enough berth to show that the action was not a threat, but he still felt like he was being sized up by a predator. It was during her slow circle that he noticed that she was noticeably bigger than him. Her voice came when she was halfway around him, he flicked his ears back and he had to forcibly remind himself that those outside of Vinatta would not understand the packs ranking system. He was unsure of whether her question was born of genuine curiosity or if she meant to subtly insult him and Vinatta. He waited until she had come full circle and was in front of him again to answer her query, The rank of Vald is awarded to those who have shown dedication and skill in the tasks of scouting and hunting. He flicked his ears forwards again, his head cocking to the side slightly, May I know your name so I may address you? He asked again, retaining the polite and friendly tone. He was unsure of how long it would stay that way, this manner of speaking was kind of hard for him. He was much more used to being able to converse in strong Irish tones with his brothers, or to using slang and colloquialisms with the other Vinattans.
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