There has always been an allure to the hunt and the prey makes little difference; it is still a game of watching and waiting nonetheless. Perhaps I could have been more forward with my intentions, more blatant and less concealed, and yet there is not so much fun in such displays. It is more satisfying, I think, to follow her like I ought to follow elk and to watch her like I ought to watch a hare. She might very well know that I watch her. After all, there is an allure to being the prey too.

Eventually, I make my move. She giggles, a girlish thing that seems obscene in such a situation and yet, I pull half a lip up into an amused grin. At least she is not afraid. At least she is not some cowering child scared of being found, of being sought out. Her words bring my eyes to meet hers as I move about, my head slowly tilting before I respond, my voice inquisitive and yet passive all the same. "And who are you to be so desired?" I inquire with a flick of my ear, curious to probe into her words further. I suppose one might call her confident.

I do not expect her, though, to move as she does and so suddenly at that. Without hesitation, she moves towards me, her fur suddenly against my own; I feel the heat of her body, an uncomfortable closeness that lures out a quiet growl from within. I do my best to avoid flinching however, unready to give her such power when it is I that has done the hunting and the finding. I am tempted to lash out, my lip quivering up for a moment to reveal the pointed edge of a canine, and yet I abstain, my hackles rising in warning instead. Regardless, I continue leading her towards the borders.

She seems eager at the prospect, a fact that I did not expect, and so, I pause momentarily as we enter the distinct territorial markers of Glorall. My eyes narrow as I watch her, momentarily ahead, and yet I am soon addressed once more; a name, she wants. It makes me smirk, my body moving forward once more with long, sauntering steps. "Vester rex," I muse aloud in response, my voice taunting and thick with my native accent - Your King. I step alongside her once more, my head tilting once more as I further observe her face, curious about her willingness to come.

"I would do best to call you a surprise," I toy, my shoulder rolling as I take a wide step away, moving in a circle once more, "but I'm sure you have a name you'd prefer." I keep my distance and yet, I half expect her to bridge it once more; that is why I do as I do, curious to see her behavior unfold. It seems I have picked an unusual wolf from the lands beyond. Who would have known I have such tastes?