Golden Glade Half way on a slow move

It was risky to be here lately. The woman would surely be skulking around looking for the man who insulted her oh so much just days ago - and yet, he enjoyed the thrill. How long would her grudge last? Would she see the errors of her ways and come crawling back to apologize for her brash, and childish behavior? He supposed not for the later, types like her would rather die upon that hill than admit to their wrongdoings. He was one of them too. 

As he wanders the forest of stripping trees, reds, yellows and oranges flutter in the wind and scatter upon the ground - the wind carrying a familiar scent with it as he lingers. A similar scent to hers, to Nyra, and yet, it was vaguely different. A packmate perhaps, he assumes. That or she turned out to be a man this whole time and frankly, with how big she was and angry, it wouldn't surprise him if she was full of testosterone. 

But no, as he approached it was some other guy. His pelt was full of colour in contrast to her stark white one, similar eyes tho but that is about it other than their sheer size. They both reminded him of his father in a certain way, just size-wise. But that wasn't anything new here. Large was the new normal if he had to be honest. 

Not approaching too much, he sat within view of the guy leaning against a tree. Multicoloured eyes watching, judging, cautious for any movement should this one turn sour as it did before (whether it was his fault or not). I've met one of your kind before. Not the brightest woman I have to admit. And was this one just as braindead he wondered?