Sunbeam Lair A Face in the Labyrinth

He’s impressed by her size. He would’ve assumed she was a male until her distinctly feminine voice meets his ears, confident as it echoes off of the stone walls. Her smell too is feminine, not musky like most males smell. Usually it’s easy to differentiate. Surely she has to be quite the warrior being a wolf of her size. She’s magnificent and strong with obvious signs of physical power. He already likes her but he’ll have to see if she continues to be this hospital. Most seem to meet him halfway with teeth and the sort.

Nyra is her name and he makes a note of  thought that he’s never heard that name before. Then she introduces herself again but this time just a bit more formally. Formalities are important when it comes to possible allies; almost more important when it comes to enemies. Yet he doesn’t view her as an enemy and hopefully he won’t have to. 

He takes satisfaction in watching her fiery eyes flick over his frame. His body is thick corded with muscle and his stripes bounce beautifully off of the bare minimum of light. Though he’s not as distracted by himself as he is with her. His smile never falters and he quirks a circular cream brow up to her, though not in a rude way for it goes right back before he speaks.

“Pleasure, Nyra.” He hums back, parroting her name to taste it on his own tongue. “Donovan Azura of the Abby. Grandmaster of the Saints.” He offers back. “What brings you around here? You don’t smell of a pack.” He inquires softly.