I am not wary in my approach to one who's soul does not radiate malice. He is a kind one, a quiet one perhaps, the light colored boy before me. My eyes rest gently upon him for a moment, taking in his form and internalizing it into memory. I can see that his eyes are odd, something different that I have not seen before. They are of two colors, and I truly ponder if he is of two souls. I blink, turning back momentarily to the gentle pools the grace us with their presence.

He moves closer to me now, and my dark head of obsidian hues turns to look at him once more with my forever gentle and welcoming grin. It was soft, like the down of a bird. I hold no deception either, it is simply a moment delicate between the two of us. I feel that he needs no words, needs them not as mother needs them not. I allow him to come closer, yet he stops before coming in for the touch.

That is simply not acceptable. Mother would always fill in the void between us, as do my siblings, at least...the ones that matter. I step forward, my dark limbs moving with relative ease on the hard earth below. I seek to close the gap, taking it as a sign that he wished for it, his first steps taken in good faith. I come closer, my grey and black muzzle reaching out to gently touch the muzzle of the other. It will only be the slightest tough, possibly becoming more so depending on his reaction.

Yet even if I had wished a proper greeting, it would not be had. The silence in this place was awe-inspiring, and I can quite easily hear my own breath mixing with the lighter boy's. I know that there is a third breath among us, another who inhales the air in order to survive. I feel as if I can hear everything so intensely here. There is no dull roar of my ocean home to comfort my ears. I feel as if I could ear a single hair twitch in the wind and land on the ground with a thud.

As my muzzle touches the one so quiet, if he does allow, my ears dash towards the source of the third. Quickly, and yet with a calmness to be reveled, my muzzle breaks away, my eyes connecting with serenity to the lighter male before turning to face the third breath.

As I set my eyes upon him, I only become most aware of his state. His positioning, the lust in his eyes. I react with an assertive dominance that comes to me with ease. Alpha blood runs through my veins, blood thick and salty with the power of the great sea. My head lifts, my tail mirroring as my red and grey hackles rise to show him my true position.

I cannot explain why I do this. I feel as if he needs my dominance, my guidance but perhaps I am young and ignorant in these moments. Perhaps I am reacting on instinct to the thickness of his scent and the rumble in his belly, how he looks at me with hungry eyes. This could be a moment of danger, but perhaps this is a moment I can quell. I step forward towards him, black paws silent on the black top of rocky earth. I stare at him with my eyes so intense of violet and blue. I stare and I do not break them away. I do not show fear in these moments, in fact I give my tail a wave in hopes that I am mistaken, in hopes that I am incorrect in my seeing the tension in his form. I will once more reach my muzzle out, to the third breath yet this time I seek to grasp it firmly. A simply sign of dominance, if I happen to achieve it. I am quite prepared for a snap as well, for a dash back or a growl. My own reactions are ready, to employ my twitch reflexes. Let us just hope, that my body is quick enough if worst comes to worst, and teeth comes to teeth.