The light breeze blew the scent of the approaching brute into Line’s nares as she turned to face him. Rusty copper eyes took him in; a maned wolf from the look of it, an adult, most likely a year or two younger than herself. She was pleased that someone had come, even if just for a little chat. Line’s lips pulled into a smile, her crimson ear twitched as the sound waves bounced in her ears. 'How's the water today? I have always enjoyed the icy feeling as it travels down my throat. It is both refreshing and painful, an interesting twist on life.' She tilted her head to the side, clicked her tongue against her canines and smirked as she answered. ”The water, m’dear, is as cold as the breeze flowing through the trees and as refreshing as talking with a lovely stranger, such as yourself.” Her tone was mildly sassy, which suited the lass as she could be quite the sass master. She nodded at him, her orbs never leaving his, and stated her name. ”My title is Line. I am a veteran in this land; might I assume you are one also?” Line suggested this due to the fact that she had smelled one of the packlands on his coat, possibly Cold Summers, maybe Moondown Shadows. There was also the possibility that he was from Spring Grounds, though Line wasn’t very sure as she had been away for a long time. She tilted her head to the side, awaiting an answer from the sun-kissed brute. The ‘ess was slightly optimistic about him, he looked as though he was someone she could talk to without guarding her words. He could possibly be her entrance back into the world of Blossom, without needing to know. She was willing to abuse any sort of relationship – romantic or otherwise – to get what she wanted.

Line wrapped her plume around her still pillars, and her auds twitched. She opened her maw, and was about to spill a question out, but they got stuck in her throat. A perplexed look took over the she-devil, her eyes growing slightly wider. After a few moments the feeling of being stuck passed, allowing the words to come out – albeit in a less attractive form than usual. “I, have you, wait, no.” She paused again, concentrated, and then spoke slowly. “Do you know of a brute by the name Scorpio?” A look of joy briefly crossed her face, she had gotten the correct words out this time, but it passed quickly. She had, at all times, known where the teen had been, but that had been long ago. Her cranium tilted to the side as she looked at the brute, Scorpio would most likely be about his age now. They might possibly know each other, the thought of that excited her mildly. Scorpio was a distant relative; he was much like her, evil and manipulative. Line had outgrown the evil part, but she was still a manipulative little beast when she felt the urge to be. She waited somewhat anxiously, but outwardly she had on a straight face. The ‘ess was curious as to what Blossom had become in her absence, even if it were to turn out being like a newborn babe.