Stone Circle Black as your soul.

Alerted by a soft sound on the wind, Revui turned his attention to where Skoll was striding, hackles bristling immediately and body becoming tense. He only relaxed minutely when recognition touched upon him; he saw it was the man who he had sparred with, a member of Ursus, so his defensive posturing lessened. His own nostrils flared as he took a deep breath, and he turned to survey the area again in case anyone else came calling.

It was a good thing he did. A lissome brown fellow was roaming nearby. He was impressive at first glance, hefty, but it was the marbling of warm tones that caught in Revui's eye. He could not help but stare, in part because he needed to keep track of where the stranger was, but also... He was attractive. Revui wasn't typically the kind of person to notice such things as vanity; he appreciated strength above all, which was why he had been drawn to Ikkalrok. This man was somehow different.

When he spoke it wasn't with a friendly tone but Revui wouldn't call it a command either. He sounded serious, and with the stoic expression on his face, protective. That made sense, thought the giant. He thought of how much fun he could have with Skoll by his side — what could they learn of this place, this man, or this pack, by pushing their luck along this border? Revui's attention flicked to Skoll and back, his gaze devious for a split-second.

He didn't feel like answering, but did so with a shrug of his shoulders as he stepped towards the well-marked border, wondering to himsel if this boy would try anything. Hunting, exploring. Whatever we want.