For days he tread, deeper and deeper into the unknown lands of Moladion. He knew not the exact date he crossed the borders yet he could sense that the area was simply massive. A good thing or bad was still to be determined which is why we find him emerging from beneath shallow brush, the scent of water heavy on the air. It was not the only thing heavy either. His tongue lolled as he panted, each whoosh of air expelled as if he would faint at any moment and he just might. The heat was oppressive, or at least it was to him since he is so unused to such temperatures. A northern born brat he was yet you would never hear him speak much of his origins. A tightly kept secret he kept wired to his bosom. Perhaps one day he would allow it to slip from his lips but alas today was not the day.

Travel harden paws soon deliver him to the inviting embrace of liquid life. A sigh is wrenched from his greedy maw just before he plunges his head into the river, a shiver of delight dancing down his withers. One gulp turns into gazillion swallows before he finally throws his head back, the fur of his head and neck flinging tiny crystal droplets everywhere. The scene is perfect with the sun kissing his fur just right, twinkling off of the water that clings to his ashy coat. ”Ah that is just what the doctor ordered.” His smooth tenor seals the deal as he tosses his head to and fro to help dislodge the droplets that cling to his bodice. He couldn’t very well blame them however for he too would cling to him if he could. He was just that sexy. Moon knows that if he could he would mate himself….it would have been a pairing made in heaven!

With that thought causing the corners of his lips to curl into a smile he turns from the riverside…and smack into the scent of another. Instinctively his body stiffens, lungs pulling in the perfume and committing it to memory should he ever cross it again. Yet the aroma that danced across his senses was oddly…to put it delicately…young. Like pup young. Another inhale is given before eyes widen in shock. He had to get out of the area for the owner of said scent should still be in a den somewhere and he had no desire to meet the parents of little trouble maker. Yes it had to be a trouble maker to be so far from its den and trouble makers always gave him a headache. Why he had just taken the edge off of the heat and the day was starting to look up! He had no time for games of chase down the loner! ”What was that?” Radars swivel to catch the tell tale sounds of splashing water. The imp was drawing closer! Yet it seemed that his brain was overloading his limbs with signal because they did not move quickly enough and he finally caught his first look at the…pup.

She, he should at least honor it by calling it by its sex right, was gangly and very young. Not just in age but in intelligence as well. She was making such a racket that he was sure the whole land could hear her! It was distasteful! What if he were trying to take a nice nap, the gall of this youth. Ugh. Lime painted orbs narrow as they take in the frolicking pup, her flashy coat causing her to stick out like parrot in winter. His mind whispered for him to teach her a lesson since her parents obviously failed to do so their selves. Quickly, oh now his legs listened, he slinked into an outcropping of bush by the lip of the river. Silently he waited until she passed him by before lunging at her, a low growl deep within his chest. He drew his body so that he seemed much larger and flashed his pearly daggers as he stalked toward her. Should she flee he would most surely chase her down, yet should she show some initiative and stand her ground he would slow to a stop before her. He would let his impressive bulk hover over her for a moment as he stared into her eyes, let her cower in fear beneath his be speckled eyes. Perhaps she would have nightmares of the fuchsia and teal specks as they dazzled her into submission. ”All alone?” He all but sneers at her, while he dies with mirth on the inside. This will teach her!