loner .x. tied to none .x. young adult .x. controlled by ally His eyes dart from the water back to the female. Some sort of glimmer as the sun hit the water had caught his attention; he hoped it was fish to attempt to hunt but it was merely a shiny stone. Ember had not yet eaten since he had arrived to this new land. He wasn’t exactly starving, but he could go for some food sometime soon. Her words wrap around his ears as his attention turns back to her. His eyes narrow at her first response, ears turning slightly offset and smirk painting itself on his pretty face. In his mind, this was the perfect moment to get back into his stupid little attitude he carries. Yet one has got to admit; it is quite amusing, if one can take it of course. His eyes start to glimmer with that flirtatious glow and if she was quick enough to see it, she could see him confirming a compliment. "Bae, you’ve got the forest in your eyes with a little fire… it’s kinda hot.” he says. Add that to the list of incredibly cheesy lines. Though that much was true; she did not look very “pretty” or feminine in her built, but the emerald hue in her eyes was one that had caught his attention at once. Okay, that’s a lie, the ring of red around her right pupil was what had pulled his curiosity out. But besides that, the green in her eyes was deep. The red? Yes, a little creepy, but to Ember it didn’t seem like a bad thing; just something different. His smirk turns to a smile and the playfulness in his words and way of speaking is now fully evident. He simply laughs softly at her next remark and playful wink. So despite that hard-looking shell, Ember had seemed to have found a side of some sort of humor in her. Better. Her movements and attention towards the potential prey turn his attention towards the juicy meat. Now his stomach was asking for it. He had been in such a hurry to arrive to this new land that he really had cut down on the hunting, one of his favorite things to do as a pack. Why? He loved to call out stupid things to distract his many pack mates on hunts to simply laugh at them later. Ember was so immature… in his own way, of course. He contained a form of seriousness, but only in important or dangerous situations. Even then, his trouble-making attitude lingered for a comment or two at a most inappropriate time. Her words make his face quickly turn to her. Hunting together? So she didn’t mind spending a bit more time around Ember. Good thing too, with the two of them, food would be easier to obtain. Besides, Ember really hated being alone. Something about loneliness drove him nuts. The journey to this new land had been even a bit much for him. He hated it. His body rises from his sitting position. With a shake, his fiery body is darting towards the female to join her on the hunting, him being a few yards behind her. Suddenly, a rush of excitement runs through his body. His eyes widen and body rises in posture as he heads over to this interesting female. Hunting… not alone. Something he hadn’t done in a while. Something he was constantly part of. Even if it wasn’t hunting for prey… His attention turns to the prey. He stays silent while beside her, knowing it is better this way to not spook the prey away. His tongue is watering on the inside, nostrils flaring at the thought of this meat. But first, to kill one. Ember’s eyes careful scan the small herd. Finally, his burning gaze spot one. It seems to be moving slightly slower than the rest but does not look too old. Must be an injury of some sort. Ember nudges the female lightly and eyes dart toward the weak target. His eyes tell her you start, I’ll follow. In every hunt, there must be one or two leads and the rest follows. If not? You get a crashing mess of wolves. Ember silently waited for her to make the call. His nails lightly digging into the dirt, ready for her judgement.  |