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He scented her presence even before he heard her or saw her, but did not acknowledge her instead, continued to mark the borders dutifully. It was only when she came closer did he lift his silver crown, green eyes narrowing slightly and flickering briefly with a glint of amusement when he saw her running her eyes over his form unabashedly; he flexed his muscles then, a shadow of a smirk teasing the edge of his lips. Nico paused, lifted a hind leg and marked the borders, before fixing his eyes on her for the first time, his eyes crinkling gently, as if laughing teasingly, in good humour, at her antics.

      Nicolas, returning the favour, ran his eyes over her entire body, noting her slyph-like form and willowy legs, her brilliant blue eyes and regal features. He saw new injuries, soon to be scars, marring her almost perfect form and frowned slightly as his green gaze landing lightly on her docked tail, the slow-healing gashes on her shoulder, but mostly on the inflamed wound on her side and his eyes flickered in concern. While he did not know her personally, she was now his packmate, his comrade, and that made her family in his books. 

      "Your wound," he stated matter-of-factly, "needs tending. I'm not a healer, but I learnt some first-aid in the army. I might be able to help you once I finish this patrol, if you want me to," he looked at her then, smiling gently, before straightening up and lifting his left paw almost lazily as if saluting. "Hello, you must be Ayla," he grinned, canting his head curiously, "Charley told me about your encounter with the bear," Nicolas said in explanation and smirked slightly, "you got courage, sweetheart."

      Then he took a step back, smiling almost sheepishly, "Sorry, I got carried away. But yes, I'm new here. Charley recruited me some time ago. The name's Nicolas deWinter but everyone calls me Nico. Nice to meet you." The soldier lowered his head in a respectful bow, his trademark smile on his rugged features.