It isn't long after their arrival in the valley do they find themselves once again moving, but this time at a much more sedated rate. The tension from early seems to have finally settled leaving a sense of calm of the hungarian pair. With no destination in mind and no threats within the near vicinity, Istvan's earthly bulk seems to take a slower pace allowing Dezso to pull ahead and guide them. Hoping that his friend did not lead them into trouble their first night here. It is now that their colorful eyes glance and take in the various landscapes. Taking time to remember their path here so that they could return to the valley if no shelter presented itself on the way. The steady breaths of the pair seem to drown out the comfortable silence that is until a sliver of a gasp escapes Dezso's lips which in turn causes Istvan to tense, lips flickering as they raise at the abrupt change as yellow and black eyes scan for the threat. If only there was such a threat.
Stark black ears swivel with ease atop his head, the distant howl filtering in like a sweet melody as a roguish grin pulls at his lips, blue eyes seem to ignite at the open invitation within the call as he turns to look upon his beast of a friend. The tension that can be seen upon Istvan causes a soothing sound to escape Dezso's lips as his rich smooth voice tries to ease his worries.
"Legyél nyugodt, hallod ezt?" As he turns his head once more in the direction the call was heard from, hoping it would sound again so that Istvan could hear.
At the first hint of the howl does the dark brown upon Istvan's back begin to ruffle, lips twitching already with the intent to reject the calling as yellow and black eyes narrow at Dezso. A loud rumble escapes, voicing his opinion without words. As his own head turns to look. Already is his temper flaring, the desire to turn back growing. But before he can do such he is forced to pause, for what does he see? Dezso's happy ass strutting happily in that direction. Teeth click forcefully, knowing there was no way he would get him to turn back now. With a grunt of distaste and a quick glance around them, he begins to follow.
A charming smile is spread wide across his lips, knowing he had coerced Istvan without a word that took years of practice to perfect and even then it was not always reliable. But it was a risk he had been willing to take, for not even his beast of a best friend would stop him from answering that heavenly, very femininely call. Nope, not a chance. So with all the suave he possessed he strutted his way into the fields, occasionally flickering his ears back to hear the displeasure that was spilling from Istvan in the form of growls and clicking of teeth. This was going to be fun.
Well now.
This was more like it! Stunning blue eyes cannot help but greedily take in the cluster of wolves that seemed to have gathered, responding to the call that was made. And any punishment from Istvan was going to be well worth it, for already are his eyes lingering over some very attracting ladies. He cannot help the wolfish grin that seems stuck on his lips, with a wink given to those who glanced his way. It is then he turns back to look at Istvan, watching as he seemed to glare at everyone in obvious distaste which was a good sign, at least he hadn't gnawed off a foot, progress; baby steps. Blue eyes seem to twinkle as Istvan comes at his side, bumping his shoulder playfully into his comrade before rich voice boldy states,
"Szóval sok szép hölgyek..." pausing for a moment to eye the female who matched him in white and black, a warm growl itching at his lips.
"..Csak harapni, ha kérnek Istvan." Chuckling softly, before it is interrupted by the voice of another female. Totally ignoring the snarling Istvan at his side, side stepping the beast before snapping jaws could take a chunk of his handsome coat.
"If it is, perhaps they are silently praying.."
His accent heavy in his smooth voice.
"..praising all the lovely company."
He can't resist the warm grin that follows his words, for she was indeed appealing. The whole group seemed to be well blessed in appearances for he would not deny that even the males made him take a second glance. But his knowledge of why they gathered was lost him, though the idea of this being some religious cult , well... he would be more than happy to join. Before he can linger in his company and release his rather social tongue, ears flicker at the warning tone of a rather displeased beast. With regret he glances away from the cluster around him as blue eyes seek yellow and black, finding a rather tense and coiled Istvan looking ready to snap. Tempted to close the distance, yet he remains idle. Instead letting blue eyes lock on him.
Pissed. The next wolf that looked at him for too long was going to have a face full of fangs, his quick temper ignited like a wildfire in this close proximity, a few had even unknowingly brushed up against him. He should have dragged Dezso away by his tail for leaving him alone with all these wolves, their strange words were like fingernails on a chalkboard; though at least there wasn't that much conversation, just a large cluster of staring wolves. The snarl that escapes his throat burns at the rough use before his head turns and wicked yellow and black eyes find the alarmed blue of Dezso. As the thunder like tones are spat across the distance that separates them.
"Elhagyjuk!" As his dark ears pin to the back of his head, threatening teeth daring Dezso to object, knowing full well he would have to use force to remove him. As narrowed and angry eyes look for an escape, only then would he go and grab Dezso's scruff like a pup and drag him away from all the pretty ladies he seemed enamored with.
dezso & istvan
SIX, EIGHT - MALES - NO HEARTS - NO SOUL - OF NOWHERE