For a moment all that Ira could smell was the crisp, almost saccharine scent of the glimmering water, and beyond the scent of dampened earth of the bank, and the musk of the deer that herded here. Though the insolent Princeling had been hoping to catch even a ghostly tendril of Bones’ scent thus far he had came up empty handed much to his inherent dissatisfaction. It was then that a scent, distinctly of Blacktail Deer Plateau (he had scented it on Bones’ pelt before even in a small amount) when he had thoroughly explored the silken tendrils of her fur by preening by raking his teeth through it (which was probably as close to sensual and carnal as Ira could currently get, admittedly). So far this love story she had wanted was a little too similar to her described Romeo And Juliet for Ira’s personal liking - especially given how it had ended. Head lifted, small droplets of water dripping off of his damp chin, as sharp, frosted crystalline blue eyes studied the male that greeted him. There was something in the other’s tone that made the Prince of Silvertip bristle with unbidden aversion, only further enforced by the strut the other walked in. As if he were Jinx’s Gods’ (which ironically Ira wasn’t sure if he believed in or not yet) gift to the earth. Gross. The juvenile wasted no time assessing him mercilessly and determining that he wasn’t what Ira would have called ‘attractive’ - though that could have purely been that Ira wasn’t a girl and therefore was not attracted to fellow males in any semblance of the word.
Ira snorted softly at the male’s words, realizing at the degrading tone of the Plateau male that they were probably way more similar than Ira cared to admit (and he didn’t care so he had no intentions of admitting anything - thankyouverymuch).