Fang was left a little worse off since his run-in with the female lambda. The result was a creature trying to follow his instinct to wander, explore, travel. Despite the lack of mobility he still managed to will himself away from the mountain, his often playful mood, and friendly demeanour was replaced with practically personified irritation. Patience was all but gone, if he were not lame his attitude could be a deadly encounter for anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path.

So when it came to him crossing paths with a silver youth, he would just as soon turned and walked away. That however wasn't an option it seemed today, instead he simply stopped his trek, golden eyes regarding the silver creature with cold indifference. Somehow though, he expected this encounter to be one of those annoying moments when he was about to have his patience tested. Why would he think that?

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The initial irritation at having bumped into another wolf with no where, or no ability, to flee was eventually replaced with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. The youthful exuberance that mired the silver males step was amplified when he questioned Fang's motives. Had it been any other time, he'd probably have reacted much the same way, witty remarks, and bouncing around like a child.

He let out a small chuckle, taking a few steps towards the youth, as best he could. The cold stare having been replaced with smirk. Honestly? I was hoping your slip. It's a long way down the mountainside, could have been amusing. Of course he hadn't meant that, he was just replying to the young males words with his own humour, as twisted as it was at the moment.

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Raising an eyebrow as best a wolf could, one of his ears flicking to the side as the young male asked to wrestle. He assumes it was a joke, and even if it wasn't he was unlikely to jump in on that game. He shook his head slightly, an amused smile spread over his features. I don't wrestle with other guys, champ. He offered playfully.

Fang finally opted to sit when the silver beau asked his name. A wince travelled over his face when he finally rested on his haunches. Fang, my names Fang. His words coming out harsher than he intended, the halfbreed was still dealing with the frustration that came from his injury. It was one thing to be encumbered by your own idiocy, it was another thing to have to deal with the pain, and additional weakness, in front of someone, especially someone he didn't know.

He did his best to regain his playful composure and returned the young males question. What should I call you?

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The knee-jerk reaction from Finn caused a grin to spread of his features. The grin remained as the young male tried to awkwardly sit in the rocks below him. Having a hard time sitting for someone who doesn't wrestle like that. He added with a wink.

the playful youth was entertaining, though his apparent lack of self preservation he exhibited from climbing over a cliff face, made Fang wonder how far he'd take the risk. What are you doing up here, besides squirming in your bum?

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The hybrids eyebrows rose at the comment a sneer spreading over his features when the quip was returned. Fang was a proud male, and even in playful jest he wasn't fond of being the butt of the joke, as it were. He lifted from his sitting position, taking a few slow steps toward the silver beau. You're just lucky I'm in no shape to kick your ass. He spoke playfully, but there was a hint of truth in there.

Of course, despite your objections, you might like that. He did his best to hide the limp caused from his hind leg, and stopped a few short steps from Finn before speaking again. So is what you're doing up here to be a mystery? Or are you perhaps trying to sneak up on the mountain wolves? His tail slowly waved behind his frame, golden eyes fixed the youth with a look of mock suspicion.

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The banter went back and forth, they both seemed to be calling each other a variety of the same general name. He shook his head slightly until the words about wishing to see the top of the spire reached his ears. A sly grin permeated his maw, lifting his wheat coloured eyes to fix the young male with a mischievous expression. You haven't heard? The spire is a harem. You can't walk three steps without running into a female, and cute? You can't even imagine.

Fang spoke with a flare, trying to make the mountain sound like the heaven it certainly wasn't, his tail giving a playful wag behind as he nodded his head toward the mountains behind him. It's great, the only other males are too young or too stupid to know what to do with all their women. He continued his spiel, it could prove rather hilarious in any variety of ways, when a sudden idea lurched to his mind. there's one particular girl up there, cute as a button, super friendly. And she's got a soft spot for silver males. Her names Kipling. He offered a wink to Finn, the grin staying fixed. Ideally hoping he could encourage the young male to make his way up the hill to harass that particular girl.

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A snicker escaped at the youths response, even if it was at his expense. He fought with the idea of arguing his point but gave up on it quick enough. He simply shook his head, a half smile on his face. Bitches love me. he quickly added when the silver boys words, adding a slight wink.

The hybrid lifted himself and made a few careful steps toward the youth, doing his best to both hide, and not aggravate his wounded leg, wheat coloured eyes fixed Finn with a playful stare. Call BS, my young friend, or you're just too afraid to climb up and see if its true. I'm betting you wouldn't even know what to do with one if you got the chance. The playful back and forth was certainly keeping Fang amused, a very welcome diversion from his recent history up the mountain. Just as long as he didn't strike a nerve with the youth.

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An exaggerated frown spread over his face at the young males words. Yeah, your mother didn't complain much either though. (lol your mum jokes) He could hardly contain the laughter that was building up inside, this juvenile back and forth was certainly a fun exchange. Finally when he offered pointers the hybrid couldn't hold it any longer. A laugh escaped and he stopped his walk. You've got a good sense of humour, I'll give you that Plateau wolves, it seemed they were all jesters.

You're from the plateau, right? Of course the male Finn hadn't said as much but the familiar scent was almost unmistakable. There's something in the water there, right? You've all got that strong humour streak. He regarded the boy for a moment before continuing. Now that I think on it, you've even got the same names, and look alike. What's up with that? Of course the only plateau wolf He had encountered had been Finn's female counterpart, Finley, who had heckled him roundly.

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