Mount Apikuni go among the lost

lucifer’s raised an eyebrow as the larger wolf introduced himself, voice steady and deliberate. chaudry. grand gurrier. the title rolled off his tongue with an air of amused approval. ah, un guerriero grande, he said smoothly, his italian accent lacing the words with a certain melodic charm. a name that carries weight, like the wolf who bears it.

lucifer’s smirk grew sharper, the playful glint in his eyes now laced with something darker, more deliberate. he let the silence stretch for a beat, golden gaze flickering briefly toward the distant heart of the vale before returning to chaudry with a calculated intensity.  

the mountain, sì, it has its dangers, he began, voice smooth as the snow beneath his paws. but its beauty... ah, le donne qui, they are something else entirely. he spoke slowly, his words dripping with a velvety ease that was almost too casual to be sincere. your maman, of course, commands attention like the sun commands the sky. but the others? they are... occhi accattivanti, to say the least.

he paused, letting the weight of his statement hang in the frigid air. there was no overt challenge in his tone, only the subtle coil of a snake testing the tension in its prey. i will say the one with scars has una bellezza inespressa. perhaps you can introduce me.

the statement was pointed, though spoken with a disarming smile. lucifer’s posture remained relaxed, his tail swaying lazily behind him, yet his eyes never left chaudry’s face, watching for even the smallest flicker of a reaction.

but then his expression shifted, the teasing edge giving way to something more earnest, if still tinged with his characteristic charm. but you’re right, grand guerrier. i’m not here to cower. i'm here to offer what i can—a strong back, sharp teeth, and a mind that can match any storm. his gaze met chaudry’s, unwavering and calm.

many apologies for this massive a-hole XD