Fox's Glade In Restless Dreams, I walked Alone

She came from the woods in a whirlwind of gold, and creams. Legs moving to a beat only she understood, but it mixed well. Meshed with the forest. Showed the care with which she moved. Graceful, happy. Whimsical. A smile lit up his blue eyes and he turned his head to the side to better study her. She was of Kvarsheim it seemed, he knew that scent, but more than that.  He took another pull and realized this was the scent he always smelled at the borders entwined with Lestan. The girl that very possibly the short tempered Tybault was looking for. The pieces locked together in his minds eye. The scent that had droven the other male into a frenzy. Demands He had made demands upon Lestan and Arric. Arric who had to press him from their home.

He blinked a smirk lighting up along the corners on the heels of a smile. Quiet in the silence, he spoke. 

Hi there. Arric Duandris. Pleasure.

Then he bent back down to take another drink, eyes staying on the female. He didn't know her. Didn't know anything about her. Except that she spent time with Lestan and Tybault was looking for her. But that male had said she was sickly, wrong. This she wolf seemed absolutely fine.  Pretty little thing and healthy.