Otter Creek I'll be the match to your candle

Through the corner of his eye, he was still idly taking in her appearance - her coat was a stark contrast from his own, with pale hues illuminated by the moonlight. She reminded him almost... no, now was not the time to think of his distant mother - truthfully, she was one of the very few who were currently able to rouse any feeling from the depths of his mind, and he felt guilty. Guilty for turning down the place at her side, when she had been so adamant that that was his true place. Perhaps one day, but Nyx aided in filling the void where the Reaper's biological mother should be, and for now he was content with his position.

Nara. She spoke again, attempting to decipher a little of who he was, or at the very least, where he came from. Ah, she could smell the lingering scents of other wolves upon his pelt, the other shadowed wanderers of the Woods. "Indeed I am." He murmered, resisting the urge to allow his tongue to sweep across his teeth. He missed the taste of blood, and she was oh so pretty. Why he resisted, he was not quite sure, but he was certain another opportunity to satiate his bloodlust would come around. "Yourself?" He enquired with a tilt of his head in mock curiousity - he didn't really care, Aries could already smell wolves on her fur and assumed she was likely a pack wolf herself (another reason why he should resist making her a victim of his fangs).