Hushed Willows east of the sun

Alejandro had found nothing of true interest in this place as of yet. Travel was his forte, though, and he was certainly enjoying being apart from the Consortium, where he could be his own individual person. Still, the fact that he'd yet to encounter his nephews - or any other St. Clairs, really - was a bit concerning. He'd yet to see a single spot on a wolf at all since he left. 

This place, however, was lovely. Rose bushes and willows surrounded the St. Clair as he strode through the territory. The mercenary was not at all concerned about the fact that he might run into someone else in the brush - perhaps one who was not as friendly as he. 

And, speak of the devil, an individual appeared - white and silver against the thorns. The man smirked, watching the other for a moment before he decided to speak. "Salut l'ami." he called amiably, brushing against the flowering brambles as he approached. "It's a lovely day, isn't it?"