After a whole afternoon of snoozing under the shade of a tree, the silver Ollivander found the strenght to get out of the Plateu. This time he didn't head for the mountains, fearing that the heavy weight upon his heart might make him more prone to falling. As if gravity could smell the saltiness of his tears and decide to drag him down.

Instead he began to follow the river that separated the Plateu from the southern side of the Teekon Wilds. The sound of the water rushing beside him was somewhat comforting, he often turned his head to glance at the water, hoping to find fish around. The lack of sleep had been mended, now he had to fix his empty stomach.

He felt like one of the survivors from a plane wreck, picking his way along the border of the river in search of supplies to fix his shattered spirit. Seeing her walk away had sent him spiraling down from the sky, and he had been so busy staring at her fading figure he had forgotten to buckle up.

Again, the cloud helmet that blinded the silver Epsilon from the real world almost caused him to crash against another wolf. This time however it wasn't a Plateu wolf. Surpised and a little confused, Finn retreated a couple of steps from the male, his lips curling into a warning snarl just in case the almost-trampled wolf would try to attack too.

He kept his lips drawn until the white fellow showed no signs of hostility. Good. Finn was in no mode to spar now, he was hungry -- so hungry that if the man had insisted to fight, Finn might've had to eat him.
Or not. While the other babbles some senseless question, Finn's olive eyes traced across his figure. He was a loner -- and a hungry one at that. Though he didn't look sickly (yet), the young Ollivander could tell that the male was struggling to get food on his plate.

Well that makes two of us, he thought somberly as he flicked an ear back non-chalantly. In a better day, Finn might've challenged the wolf to a fish-off, so they could both share a meal; but today was not a good day.

No. And there a thing called swimming he barked with an overly-sacastic voice. He didn't like being a douche -- or at least the inner him didn't-- but the younger male was just asking to be messed with.
[size=x-small]C'mon let a bro eat before interrogating him![/size]

The silver Epsilon's eyes narrowed at the male's reaction. Either he had a lot of guts standing there with such a silly smile on his face or he was simply stupid --either way Finn couldn't help but feel he was standing in front of a mirrored image of him from a couple months ago; just with a much lighter coat and a less charming face.

Like the loner, Finn had been both gutsy and stupid. In fact it had been on his first week upon the Wilds that he had gone pissing off an Alpha -- literally. He was no stranger to the idiotic antics that came with youth, he had done (and continued to do) his fair share of them.

His emotionless expression changed abruptly as the yearling admitted he couldn't swim.Finn might've felt like complete shit at the moment but heartbroken or not, there was no way he would let the chance to mess with the guy go unnattended. No worries, your big head will keep you afloat once I push you in he barked while trying to hold back a chuckle as he took two steps towards the younger male, One, two!, he yelled over the boy's next question.

If his feigned attempt to shove him into the water didn't do the trick he'd have to accept the boy's company while scouting the area for prey. It was not an ideal deal for a hungry pack wolf whose job was to provide for the rest of the pack first but he was really in no mood to chase the boy off. Besides as a former loner himself, Finn was not capable of shooing them away.

He had once been lost and hungry too.
He still was, actually, though this time in a different, more methaphorical way.

With his decison made, the silver Ollivander took another menacing step forth, feigning a dive to the yearling's feet as the poor boy tried to bring him to reason. He stopped abruptly then, putting his whole fachade behind him to break into laughter.

After a few good cackles, he shook his head and met Elhanna's eyes again, this time wearing a much more pleasant demeanour. But he was not done toying with him, in fact he had only just begun. With a mischivious click of his tongue he tilted his head to look at the boy sideways.

Alright, I'll spare your life.. he barked with a low chuff and a flick of his tail, acting as he belonged to the higher class wolves of the Plateu. If you get me a snack -- unless you'll rather I munch on you, he added with a little flash of his teeth and a low huff.

Then, after swiping his pink tongue over his nose he motioned towards the river, I was really craving fish, but since you're useless in the water, bring me a hare he barked while turning his head to look at the vast expanse of land of the Great Bear Wilderness

It was hard to contain the bubbling laughter inside his chest, especially when the poor yearling made such puzzled faces at him. He must've been cursing himself for ever coming across the Ollivander, while he was thanking the heavens for sending a distraction to lift his mood before he did something crazy.

Though he was a reckless man by nature, he did not wish to find out what the troubles of the heart coud push him to do. If he didn't die from not seeing her then he surely would trying to -- out of all the games he had played, falling in love had been the most dangerous of all.

For the pale yearling, however, that could be debatable. Though he didn't know if he was the type of wolf that worshipped adventure, he was fairly sure he had never been caught in a situation similar to this one before. Still he managed to snarl back an answer with sass and all. This finally caused the bubble to burst, sending Finn into a childish fit of laughter that didn't die out until a while later.

There's nothing to chew he barked, making reference to the boy's gaunt figure, Tell you what, let's hunt together and fill you up -- maybe then you'll have an ass to feed other pack wolves you meet he offered with a much more friendly tone and a wave of his feathery tail.

The boy's humor had managed to shake away the rain cloud above his head, and for that he deserved to taste the sunshine -- in the form of fish of course, because according to the silver male there was no better delicacy.