Raven-tipped ears perk forward amid the tangle of his wind-swept mane as the call of an unfamiliar voice rings above the chorus of squawking birds and monkeys that flit back and forth through the upper branches of the dense jungle trees. Even though the noisy creatures were bothersome to his sensitive ears, Annubis was slowly growing to understand why his father appreciated them so much. As long as the creatures made their noises, he need not worry much for a predator. It’s when silence falls like a blanket over the looming jungle; that is when danger lurks beneath the shadows ready to pounce with dagger-like claws and sharpened fangs.

The voice that breaks above the jungle noises causes the beast to lift his head, his nostrils flaring to taste the winds that filter through the trees. Sterling neck arches as the wolf releases a challenging bugle, thick with the deep tenor of testosterone. He was the leader here and even though he knew that Lucifer could just as easily be urged to greet the unfamiliar visitor first, Annubis wasn’t about to make the mistake of letting the obsidian stallion be responsible for ALL his duties. They weren’t that close anyway.

It doesn't take him long to close the distance that separates them. Dark lashes blink rapidly against the bright sunlight as the beast emerges from the shadows of the lush jungle and into the bright sunshine. Golden gaze roams over the beach as the dragga inclines his head in first one direction and then to the other until finally the subtle shifting movement in his peripheral gives away their location.

For a moment he stands his ground, still as a statue before the backdrop of emerald branches and reaching palms. Instinct draws his gaze first to the golden mare, admiring the glistening sheen of her damp coat. Desire blossoms in chest as he lets his feral gaze travel over the curves and contours of her slender frame. Lithe limbs begin to move as if in reaction to her appearance. Only when the stallion draws into the path of his eyesight, disrupting his view of the pretty creature. A flash of agitation crosses his golden gaze as the silverling stallion lets his attention settle wholly on the stallion, his opponent for as much as he knew.

Though the summons that had rang forward was not threatening, Annubis did not dare to rely on that as a sign that this beast meant his claim on Paradise no harm. He pauses a few feet before the patched beast, his dark forelock hanging heavily over the flat of his knitted brow as Annubis speaks up. ”I’ve already done my good deed for the month so if you’re here looking for a handout you won’t find one.” He barks, his golden gaze flashing with amusement as he pauses for a moment, jutting his whiskered maw towards the golden creature, ”But if you’re here to make a donation I won’t turn away such a pretty thing as this....” he finishes with a chuckle, his golden gaze flitting toward the tawny mare. A single forelimb piles a mound of sand around his hooves. The smile on his handsome face falters as suspicion enters his feral gaze. ”What do you want?”