Otter Creek Konk-la-ree

Taking her meal had been exactly what was on Altair's mind. Well not stealing, to him at least. Being of the opposite gender if asked then by birth right she needed to surrender the meal as a tribute to him. Of course he did not realise that outside Samarkand or Susa nobody else really understood or saw it in the same light. Neither-less as the licked the corner of his mouth with his pink fleshy tongue he could see quite clearly there was nothing but feathers and bone. It was not even worth wasting any breath bringing the subject up as there was nothing to demand of her. Instead his curiosity and attention shifted directly to Kittiwake herself. His tawny skull tilting somewhat over to his left shoulder, it was not hard to see when Altair was in deep thought.

Altair was ignorant in these lands, scents determined the location of a nearby wolf, perhaps the borders of a pack but the knowledge stopped right there. He could not tell if the musk upon her hide was from a pack or whether she was just a rogue living rough in the same manner as he was. More importantly, who's wife was she? Alertly his head would rise. Ebony ears pinning bolt upright as he begun looking past Kittiwake expecting an angry Shah or royal guards to be barreling toward him at speed in defense of their woman. Nothing? Whiskers upon his cream capped muzzle would twitch, a face struck with confusion. It was not until she replied and a few seconds drifted past did Altair snap out of it. Jade eyes falling onto the illusive strange she-wolf once more.

Unlike Kittiwake even when he had been assimilated into a pack smalltalk had not been his forte, the young Persian had always been the outcast. The Prince that time forgot. "My name is Shahzada Altair of Samarkand." He would promptly introduce with a sweeping bow of his head tucking his chin to his fluffy cream hued chest. Altair would then arise, returning like before to his dominant stance. Not out of disrespect for Kittiwake or to challenge her but only because he saw himself as more important by the way he was raised. "May I ask what you name is my lady? And who you belong too?" She must have a master. He thought to himself. A woman with such youth and beauty on her own was unthinkable.