The others had arrived and, apparently, for the moment, were hunkered down here. Colt hadn't been there long enough to hold much opinion on this subject, though he wondered at it. What sort of pack did this Blackfeather have to be to piss off not one, but two different other groups? He was almost impressed, in an unapproving way, of course. He was a dick sometimes but he definitely didn't gel with torture.
He had just finished answering nature's call when he spotted one of the new fellows seated in the snow. Colt didn't mind winter, honestly, the cold weather somewhat agreeing with him. Better this than miserable heat.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?" He called out, coming a bit closer but not approaching fully yet. He wasn't sure if the fellow wanted company, and if not, he'd continue merrily on his way.
Hmm... friendly bunch. But at least the woman seemed open to a check in. "Hello," he returned, flashing a small smile. "You are from the mountain pack, yes?" Perhaps a dumb question, but who knew with his sister. Maybe there was a third or fourth they would be fighting with as well. "I'm a little new to the war situation, but I'm excited to see what y'all got."
It was an opener and an invitation; if they took it to converse, he would stick around, but if not he would depart. He got the feeling the male wasn't chatty from the way he'd brushed off his greeting.
i don't mind keeping this going but if we wanna wrap that's fine too! It's a little old ;D
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I'm getting that chatty vibe," he answered with a grin, appreciating her presence at least. He was always down for talking, especially to an attractive woman such as herself. True, they might all be dead in a week, but wasn't that all the more reason to enjoy now?
He fought the urge to say 'gazundheight' to her depiction of the pack name; he felt it wouldn't probably go over well from the pride she took in saying it. At any other moment he wouldn't have cared; but they didn't need infighting now.
"Is that right? Got a mighty pretty face to be bearing a title like that." His smile grew a bit, with a rascal's lilt. "
I like it."
He didn't doubt their abilities, honestly he doubted them less than Finley's own pack (mostly because Redhawk seemed more... familial? Less war ready.). So he nodded. "
Like I said, if there's one thing that's good about times like these; perfect time to be showin off." He'd enjoy seeing them show their skills. In fact, why not now?
"If your up for it, why not give me a taste here and now?". He set his paws and looked at her, challenge clear.
i'm cool with wrapping it up. :-)
colt calls her pretty and though the grin that tugs the edges of eske's lips upwards is appreciative ( because who doesn't like being told they're pretty? ) it is sly and secretive in it's nature. oh, he's charming and if he'd have been her type she might very well have been charmed. "haven't you heard that the prettiest things are often the deadliest?" she teases him lightly. "i know it's true because i once knew the prettiest girl and she was definitely deadly to me." she speaks it lightheartedly now but speaking of kendra, however vaguely, still brings to eske's attention that she misses her. they might not have been together ( at least not officially ) but eske had been in love and a part of her had died with kendra. eske doesn't linger on those thoughts long, however, and respectfully returns her full attention back to colt.
he makes his challenge, and eske's sea blue-green gaze gleams with unspoken excitement at the prospect of being able to test his skills and hone her own in the process. never one to back down from a challenge she responds, "impress me." she accepts with a challenge of her own and a cheshire grin to match seconds before she takes the initiative and steals the first move, lunging for him.
ok!! Last for me then!
She took the compliment well, and even returned a bit. Which took Colt a minute, but when it hit, a silent 'ahhhh' sounded in his brain. Well, he couldn't blame her; obviously she had good taste to be chasing the same sort as he.
And even with what he now suspected, he still relished the chance to show off a bit for a lovely wolf. Especially one with such a big mouth.
"Alright," he said, dropping and circling. Then he lunged in, attempting the first move. In the following he would spar his best; he was a quick and dirty fighter when able, but his skill did not match, so he would not best her. Yet he hoped he'd at least show the Caldera had skill to offer as well, if a bit less refined.