The sterling beast watches silently as realization washes over the young mare. Despite the initial waves of frustration and anger that permeated from her body, the moment she recognizes his words as truth is as clear as the chagrin sigh that audibly leaves her lips. The apology that follows is met with a gentle shake of his broad head. ”No worries, friend. I assure you that it is far from the worst introduction I’ve ever come across.” he offers, lifting his head to fix her with a wolfish grin.

Tentatively, the silver wolf listens as the girl explains how she had come to be on his path. Raven-tipped ears flex amid the tangled web of his obsidian mane at her mention of the Ridge. He had almost forgotten about the Ridge.

Since his claim of Paradise, Annubis has found himself so busy that the Harbor and Ridge have all but slipped his mind. Between Lucifer’s prowling and Asmodeus’ claim and subsequent disappearance, the charcoal rake has been quite busy. Of course, he knew that those territories were occupied, but it seemed to make more sense in his mind that they were not. Especially considering neither lead had as of yet bothered to seek him out or cause any problems. The other islands were handling that fairly well.

”The Ridge hmmm?...” he muses, casting his multifaceted gaze back toward the silent path from which the mare had appeared. She tries to make her escape, whether to save face or in hopes of preventing trouble for her family, he isn’t quite sure. Regardless, Annubis is not about to ‘look a gift horse in the mouth’ so to speak. ”Wait.” he commands, the level tone of his voice a bit firmer than he intended.

An apologetic smile ghosts across his ash-dusted features as the wolf drops his broad crown, ”I mean, please…. Let me escort you back. I don’t think I have met your family or, if I have, it’s been a while now.” he continues, tilting his crown ever so slightly as he extends his whiskered muzzle to hers in offer. Dark lashes blink slowly as the beast lets his tone drop in octave. ”Plus, there are more than a few monsters that seem to keep popping up. I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving you alone to face them, even if you are quite the fierce little jungle cat.” he teases, a playful chuckle on his lips. A little small talk here and there would at least give him a feel for at least one silent neighbor. Two birds. One stone.