Raziel stiffened as the wind brought a new scent to him, tickling his sensitive nostrils. However he didn't turn around, already keen ears caught her pawsteps echoing across the meadow's ground. "You look like you have never seen a meadow before," she said and he smiled and turned to look at her, taking in her creamy white coat and blood red eyes. "I've never actually seen one, born and raised in the Northern mountains, then on the run ever since until I decided to settle here. Never had time for little pleasures like this. My old home was all about leading and battles." he commented in a lightly accented voice.
"Although I admit the afternoon rays of light make it a pretty sight to watch." Raziel flashed her a grin, "They are pretty, aren't they? Sunset is always the prettiest for me." Eyes of the depths of the sea observed the setting sun on the horizon for a few more moments before deciding to introduce himself. "I'm Raziel, Raziel Angelus Mortis. But ya can call me Raz, a lot of wolves do." He waited to see if she would introduce herself.
