Creamy brown portals watched the dark brute as he shook water out of his fur, leaving droplets of water whirling through the air. The brute had certainly been kinder to her than his appearances suggested, and she was beginning to ponder the idea of befriending the varg. In fact, she was beginning to welcome the idea; she didn’t have too many friends in this new land. For one more swift moment the titan stood in the water, ripples emanating from the pair. ”Well, it indeed is a pleasure. Lovely name by the way,” Ryka complimented with a warm, welcoming smile. For a moment, Kythera fell deep into the depths of his bright eyes, entranced with the thought of someone like him… quickly, she snapped out of the feeling, jerking her head slightly, barely noticeably. It was that exact thing that had let the vixen into so much trouble before… ”So, Kythera. What brings you here?” the varg questioned, and to this, the fae lifted her chin slightly in thought.

Before she’d been able to answer, Ryka motioned for the pair to head back out of the water. Kythera silently rejoiced because standing motionless had allowed the cool water to begin to seep deep into her skin. The ess’s pillars sent droplets of water that splashes on the surface; she intently followed the onyx pelt back to the pebbled shore. Just as the varg had, Kythera gave her pelt a quick shake, shedding loose water onto the rocks around the duo. ”I found that while I’ve certainly adjusted well to the spring weather, my skin has not, and I’m afraid I was getting quite warm. I suppose I just needed time to clean off and relax, and perhaps make a friend or two,” Kythera hinted, keeping her voice dim and quiet. In fact, all of the vocals escaping from the femme’s lips were soft-spoken, as if she was weary that another soul would catch a whiff of what she had to say, even if it wasn’t important. Looking up, she noticed that the brute’s eyes were intelligently watching her.

”May I ask, what brings you here?” Taking a swift breath, Kythera continued her sentence. ”I’m new to these lands, so I’m afraid I don’t know my way around quite so well yet, nor do I know many wolves here.” Her whiskey colored orbs landed upon a small white rock right in front of Ryka’s paw; for some reason, she found it so hard to look others in the eyes. It’s not because she was rude, however. The vixen hated it because she felt as though they could stare straight into her soul. It was unsettling to her. Eyeing the pebble down, Kythera’s auds flicked towards the varg to let him know that she was paying attention to what he had to say.