Neverwinter Forest castles

The female noticed him and began walking over. Kyron watched as her tail lifted upwards, signifying her rank in these woods and instinctively, the Persian felt his own begin to raise too before he remembered that he was no longer at his native pack or the coast and that he was a loner. Cursing himself for his minor stupidity, his tail lowered instead but wagged amiably, showing he was of friendly nature and meant no harm. She soon spoke to him, and Kyron met her gaze briefly before turning his head away respectfully, not wishing to appearing challenging. "Sorry," he mumbled, taking a step back and licking his lips nervously, unsure of how to act.

She did not stop and Kyron was about to literally back the fuck away before she invaded his personal space when her footsteps finally ceased. He turned to look at her again, not making eye contact to show respect and made to assess her. Average, he supposed, and he decided that if it did come to a fight, he could take her down but from the looks of it, she wasn't a threat to his well-being. Lifting his clear blue orbs away from her form, he looked at her, a frown touching his forehead as she grinned and introduced herself to him. 

Alpha. Neverwinter Forest. Soon-to-be. Kyron absorbed all the information he had been given in a split second and made use of it. Obviously, there was a pack to be formed here soon, a pack that perhaps he could join. Don't make any rash decisions, warned his brain, however, so he simply nodded. "Kyron," the Persian prince said, a quick, genuine smile flashing over his face. "I'm Kyron. Nice to meet you, Eshe." he replied in his lilting, soft accent.