He was done. He was completely done with self-torturing by staying at the Caldera. He was done pretending everything was okay - that his family would return to him. Even his grandparents had left them in the dust, rubbing it in with pride as they left with his older brother to some far-off land to found a pack. The Redhawks were to blame for this, he felt, seeing they had not even paid attention to their missing members. His father was to blame, seeing he had not done much to try and find them again. He was to blame for not keeping an eye out for them...

In the depths of the night did he go for a walk, his brutish, pale form sliding over the moonlight as he made his way to the mountains. The light of the moon made a spectacle of a show upon the ground as he arrived there, and he decided that in this Vale he wanted to stay for a while. To get his thoughts on a row and become calm again. Burke's words still stung, their departure still scorched and there was nothing anyone could do to make the hurt go away.

He was a big, drooping ball of fluff and sadness - his rough coat seemingly curling down at every end. He didn't know why it seemed that way to him, perhaps because he felt like it. He blinked his foggy eyes, brilliantly blue clashing with the coolness of the mountain's foot. He liked this place... calm and nice - and girl... Wait, girl? He hadn't spotted the young shadow of a girl the first time, but as her footfalls came closer he was forced to look. Stare, look and not even feel threatened. He was no wolf, not in his mannerisms - just something much paler than whatever she saw. Something more broken than bones once one tumbled off the mountain.

Hey... He replied, sad eyes curling slightly up as he forced at least some friendliness into his facial features. His massive form, however, was kept bend down - large paws motioning her to come closer. He had no ill intentions, and even if she had... Was she any match for him? He was all muscle, not much fat left from his youthful days.

From what he could see from under his lashes, she was not ugly even one bit. Just as pretty as Lagan and mom... He shouldn't think of that now, but he did, no matter how much they didn't match. His mother had been white, Right?, and this girl was definitely the blackest he had ever seen. He lifted a bit, straightening his bulky shoulders and offered the other a smile. She didn't seem very happy with this encounter though. Should he be? She was the only one to talk to right now.

Benjamin Rochester-Iosila - just Ben is enough though. He grinned forcing himself even more upright. Where'd you come from? Behind the mountains? I heard there was a pack there with really pretty wolves... haven't gone there myself. He tried, not sure of what to say.

Yeah, he didn't really dig his name either. It didn't have a nice ring to it - at least, not the kind of ring "Alya Ostrega, princess of Moonspear" had. That he was surprised and impressed could be read instantly, face morphing into that of a kid going outside for the first time. It was hard to deny her beauty and her title, but he tried his best to keep the conversation... civil. While he was blunt and oblivious, he wasn't that stupid. It was hard to be, now that his heart had been trampled on by the ones he loved most.

Really nice to meet you too. He replied with more butter-y tones than he had intended. Since when did he act this way? He surely didn't remember him being like this with anyone inside of the Caldera. He cleared his throat awkwardly. So, eh, what does a princess like yourself do around here at night?

A more suspicious man would've not liked a female creeping up and behind him, but Benjamin was captivated. Brilliantly blue eyes followed her until she was out of sight, nearly forgetting to listen to what she was saying. What was this beating of his heart? Was he getting sick? He felt hot and cold at the same time, especially under a sky full of stars.

His ear twitched, his tail began to wag and his fur bristled slightly as a chill ran down his spine. He could not calm down, not even as he tried to think of something else but the tickling sensation of her hot breath. H- Hydra? He questioned, clearing his throat when it sounded a few octaves lower than he had intended. This did not help, for it made him choke and nearly cough up a lung in the process.

He knew nothing of triplets and found the idea of wolves looking like copies of each other a strange one. Then again, more of the princess's beauty wasn't a bad thing. He swallowed, his mouth feeling dryer than usual, but at least he didn't feel the beating of his heart as badly as before. How.. do they keep you three apart? He asked out of curiosity, not wanting to confuse her siblings for the real deal. He was growing rather fond of having her around, for he had nearly forgotten about his initial struggles and worries.

Under his snowy fur his cheeks glowed a bashful red - redder and redder as she scooted closer. He had been called attractive before, though never by a wolf of the opposite sex. The strange addition of her father's fur coat didn't mean a lot to him, and he was too lost to make the possible connection between her attraction to him and that strange trivia fact. I'd like to meet them - e-especially if they're as... nice as you.

He chuckled, not knowing how to picture 3 identical wolves. Could not even their parents keep them apart? Though he could name a few ways to do that, he was too busy being nervous around her. All the females his age either had never shown interest in him or had been his sisters, and now this. He shuffled  around a bit, masking it by swaying his tail more frequently, waiting for what came next in such an encounter.

He could've never predicted her words, though. His eyes grew wide and he was frozen for a wee while. Sexy? How was he supposed to do that? Father hadn't told him what to do when he did find someone he liked - he only had the slightest idea of what to do when it came to getting someone pregnant. He cleared his throat, nodded, and was to press his nose just behind her ear if he were allowed. He'd stick his tongue out to dab at the flesh underneath, not sure why he was doing it, and feeling a strange tingling in his belly.

She seemed to enjoy it, but he couldn't be sure and quickly pulled away at her question. How? he didn't even know how to explain himself and kept silent until she moved to do the same thing to him. She was a lot more assertive than him, that was certain. Not nearly as awkward either. Where did she get the confidence from?

Eheh... He let out, moving his shoulders a bit. It tickled, much so, and though he would not easily admit it to his siblings he was rather ticklish. It - It tickles. I'm sorry.