Omnium had lumbered his way through the meadow in the early morning. A silent, hulking figure that sent most of the resident prey running, but he did not bother to keep his movements quiet. A hunt was not on the agenda for today. He rifled through the foliage in search of something different. He could not find quite what he was looking for as he meandered from bush to bush. Eventually, a wolf had to give up their pursuit of something that nature did not seem to provide here. He had sighed before settling down for a rest under a particularly tall, flowing bush. 

His eyes were closed for some time before they opened to the sound of steps. They were quiet, but it was enough to shift his gaze across the clearing in front of him. Yellow eyes peered from the shade in an attempt to decipher if the sound was that of prey. After a few moments, they zeroed in on the small dark figure as it peered about. A coyote? 

Omnium tested the air with his nose, and he was pleasantly surprised at the scent. No. Wolf... Maybe? He lumbered out of the shade to get a better look. The noise was substantial to give the figure a warning sign to his approach. Omnium found it impolite to not announce himself, so he spoke when he was a few lengths from the... stranger. Good Afternoon. He spoke with a low and smoky voice that gave off little intent.

The wolf before Omnium was much smaller than he had expected from seeing her from a distance as she stood before him. He knew he could be an intimidating figure, so he did his best to comfort her nerves by coming to a seat on the other side of the dangling branches. The heat of the sun bore down on him, but he paid it little mind. Her scent was vaguely familiar, but he could not place it. Perhaps she was a member of a pack he had bypassed.

Her submission did not go unnoticed, but he did not lean in as most would. Submission was a sign of weakness in his eyes, and he found it to be a difficult subject to approach. Omnium only saw others as equal lest they prove themselves not to be. He shifted uncomfortably, attempting to give the acquantance some comfort from the distance between them. Omnium. The brute spoke simply, adjusting to where he could see into the dark expanse of her eyes. Curious.

Are you from here, Selena?

He nodded in acknowledgement of the pack. The scent made more sense now, and he was sure that he had bypassed it the day before on his journey through the valley. His distaste for packs stretched so far that he avoided them like the plague, so he was surprised to see someone a distance from their borders. He kept his surprise under wraps as he went to answer her question.

I'm traveling South. I've stopped to wonder the low lands between the mountains for the past few days, but I should be continuing on my way here soon. Omnium knew he would probably be quickly exiting the area in the next few days. There was one lake he had yet to visit that he wished to observe, but it would not take much time from him. You said you just joined? How do you like it? Curiosity clouded his words as they left his maw. The question could be considered invasive, and he would not find disappointment if she were to not answer the directness of it.

He sat still with perked ears as he looked down at her smaller figure. He had only ever been exposed to pack wolves for a fraction of time, and the brute was skeptical on what exactly the benefits were. Perhaps the life of a lone wolf had been too much for some. Maybe it was an ulterior motive for survival.