He does not come to the woods all that often, not really, long red limbs carrying his tall, toned frame easily between the trees and lightly atop the earth. He had never trained in the art of assassins and yet by very nature of his blood and breeding he moved with ease, soft and silent upon the earth, ebony pelt eclipsed by the darkness of the trees before his white flecked face was inclined towards the sound of someone moving about. For a moment the handsome young male simply stands, red tipped black ears pricked forward at the soft sound of…laughter? He moves easily forward, powerful form gliding smoothly across the leaf litter and undergrowth once more, head lowered to press beneath the low hanging branches of a tree, allowing the blue gold of his gaze to rest upon what appeared to be a very small female….trying to climb a very big rock. For a moment the black wolf merely allows his head to tilt, watching the small girl puff out her silver grey chest before lunging forward and towards the boulder again, his words dying rapidly upon his lips, very near determined to attempt to stop her lest she collide with it and tumble off. He hardly knows this female and yet he is a good natured man, a peaceable, gentle creature even if he is given to specialise in the more violent of skills, a warrior through and through, one of the more celebrated amongst the Angel lines and yet such a task was what he was named for, to take up his role as defender of Angels when it was Azrael chose to no longer fulfil suck a task and as such the young male had thrown himself into his work and hi own art. It was the influence of Andromeda’s blood, perhaps, that so resulted in his calm and easy demeanour, the boy always pleasant and forever peaceable and yet it is Azrael perhaps that has provided him with that same heat of blood and fire that had seen him become so very successful in his own path- the boy capable of war for those he deems beneath his protection.

Unknown to him though she is however, that ever-pleasant nature hardly wishes to see her collide with so solid a rock, the male finding himself leaping smoothly up and through the undergrowth in some misguided effort perhaps, to catch her should she fall back again, watching in momentary desperation as she scrabbled and scrambled- oblivious to his presence behind her as she did so, praying indeed she would not fall, eyes drawn wide until she managed at last to pull herself upward.

“I dun think ya were gunna make dat.”

His words are very near a drawl, lazy and easy as he grins, flashing each and every pristine tooth in her direction as he does, the blood from his battle with Calliel long since having been washed away. It had…distressed him, to some extent, to battle his cousin and yet she had needed a target, someone to be mad at and in her rage had chosen him. He had shown to her the error of her ways, managed, at last, to tell her the truth of what had occurred that day between himself, Achilles and Covet- not the falsified story the black-eyed male chose to tell as his excuse for assault upon Diveen and yet with Calliel and pace and Achilles safe, with Hyrule rising rapidly within the order of things Guardian had become content once more to let other splay the game of politics and allow himself to simply be. He was known perhaps, for being alone, one of the few of the Angel line to never take a mate or even hold a female companion and yet he was content in that in his own regarded. Life would simply come as it would and he sees no need to rush it as his tail waves a moment to assure the little female he held no nefarious intention- moving to step smoothly upon another rock a short distance from her as she laid herself down in the sun.

“I….er…..I dun talk ta girls all dat much, eh? So maybe I say summin’ wrong, ya just gotta tell me if I do eh?”

He grins once more, the deep, smooth baritone of his voice rolling effortlessly despite the thickness of his accent. Though surely one would never truly believe his latin was flawless when spoken, only the common tongue tripping him up. His words however, were true, females truly did escape him. His life dedicated to his training and nothing else, the young male never having found the time for a female companion despite rather a number whom had shown interest of the years, the male having been far too innocent perhaps, to notice their attentions upon him.

“I ‘erd ya laughin before, dija fall off dat rock? Ya only got dem little legs, dat’s why ya fell. Das alright though, reckon we need some more girls dat ain’t all dat tall, makes us boys feel less good when all dem girls is just as tall.”

That he is making some attempt to joke with her is surely clear, his utter inexperience with woman surely glaringly obvious and yet he grins all the same towards her, chuckling as he does.

“Imma Guardian, I used ta live in Diveen but I got kicked out now I live in dem mountains but I came ‘ere ta go for a walk.”