White-tipped feet carefully weaved between the bones jutting out from the ground, each paw fall gracefully managing to find areas of dirt between the ivories that seemed to resemble stiff plants from a distance. A heavy fog hung in the ravine like a white drapery, obscuring the scorned Deorwine like a ghost moving through the macabre decor. Seemingly unhindered by the surroundings and smells of death in the air.

Lio was not with him at the moment, figuring it was for the best as this didn't seem like a favored area for them. Why he was here... His fire-lit eyes were in search of something. His stoic glance dances among the bones looking for a specific shape, occasionally extending a claw to overturn one here and there.

Antlers were what he sought, but for what reason one might wonder? Only he himself had the complete answer, and it would remain sealed within him. He may be far from his god, not yet knowing that the manifestation of his holy one lie in a forest over the crescent of mounts to his west- shrouded in secret by his own ilk, but he was still bound by love and loyalty to the Great Elk, especially after his life had been spared in the cleansing. A quiet worshipper among many who'd deemed him punished by the very god he'd been devoted to, he's clearly formed a different opinion of the diety of his homeland- and it's thoughts of him.

Another ghost had entered his realm, orange eyes vibrant against the fog as they flickered upward to see the white woman perceiving him oddly. His head lifted slowly, even as she ran taking in her presence with great thought. Odd wasn't it, how the Great Elk kept putting blanched wolves in his path, hm? For one it may be a sign of ill fate, but in his mind, he'd found it a sign of reassurance that the path he now found himself setting on was continuously just.

Either way, he wasn't so keen on letting the stranger just gawk at him and leave. Fine morning, isn't it? His voice came out loud and honey-smooth against the silence of the dead. Never mind the fact in itself that it was also odd to call the morning nice in what was essentially a foggy graveyard for creatures who'd made a grave mistake trying to climb the treacherous peaks.

I doubt you're just a beautiful specter lingering around for no reason. Looking for something?

A soft smile lay on his maw; not taunting nor condescending in any way, but dripping with genuine charm. He in fact meant what he'd said, but perhaps some clarity was needed to put her at ease. Not false, not from me. I could have mistaken you for a graceful ghost floating in the fog. Her pelt was as white and as immaculate as untouched snowfall with red eyes utterly vibrant against her pale skin, it was a sight very unique and mystifying to him. However, he held no further intentions than to compliment her on that. She looked young, like Lio.

The elken man simply allowed her to explain herself, ears perked politely to listen. He was pleased to hear she was on a mission very similar to his own, and at her mention of assisting each other, of course, he would nod in agreement.

Well we're looking for the same things then. Sort of. I'm looking for a deer skull- antlers, namely. Shed or still attached, it doesn't really matter. An elk is preferable but I doubt an elk would be foolish enough to find himself here. A disciple of His truly wouldn't lead his herd to such dangerous heights, perhaps only if he was for some reason alone. Maybe old and dying, seeking to fall into their King's arms from up high. Seemed like an honorable death, but he couldn't say he knew how an elk thought.

I've seen a lot of nice skulls so far, most completely stripped of meat, just need to be bleached by the sun. Of which there wasn't much of in this ravine. But, anywho.

I'm not from around here either. I'm still getting acquainted with my surroundings. What's your name?