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[/html]Storm? When he was first passing into this eastern land, he did get caught in a quiet nasty storm compared to what he was use to, but surely that was not the monster storm she was referring to. He had never really noticed it before, having no past image to compare the current landscape to, but the land did seem upturned, destroyed in a way. For a storm to both scare the animals that lived below its clouds and partially destroy the land they lived on, it must have been massive with wind like he had never witnessed before and blankets of rain drenching everything that hadn’t taken refuge in a shelter of some type. No wonder some of the ground was still wet and puddles of muddy, undrinkable water littered the landscape. He felt slightly blessed that he hadn’t been here to witness it and instead had arrived here after it, by only days if is deductive reasoning was correct. Still, he couldn’t be sure. “What is this storm you refer to?” He asked mismatched eyes gleaming with a silent curiosity as the she-wolf repositioned herself on to the ground. He, however, remained standing, his broad shoulders and muscular pose still emitting a sense of confidence into the air.
With the she-wolf’s name still hanging in the air, he silently repeated the name. It tumbled across his mind; Aoves. It brought a sound of sweet elegance, a beautiful dam in the morning rain, and truly he took a liking to the name. It was different, sweet, and savory. It matched her. As soon as that thought quietly entered his mind, it brought back the luring thought he had pushed back only moments before. She was attractive, that he knew for sure, but he had learned that, unless they were settled down somewhere, females were impossibly hard to impress upon one meeting. Luckily for him, she only seemed to want to participate in friendly conversation; therefor he had no need to continue entertaining the thought. Her words brought him back to the now and, for the first time since his stumble, he turned his attention towards his ankle. It was not extremely painful and he could put weight on it as he was doing now. It would be just a little sore maybe and for this he was grateful. It could have been painfully worse. “I am quiet alright, madam” He said a small smile appearing across his muzzle, “But might I ask where you are headed? I hardly believe that you’ve set up a home in this dark forest.”