Broken Boulder look the void in the eye and laugh

vilkas is still in the process of removing the gore from his muzzle when he hears the cadences of footfalls upon the ground. the firebrand's ears perk alert atop his skull and a grin begins to weave it's way across his lips at the voice — which is already becoming familiar to him — breaks the silence. "lily," the fiery whitemane returns, using her name as a greeting that rolls smoothly off of his tongue; glimpsing at her from the corner of his eye as she takes a drink from the pool. his thirst sated and his muzzle free of bits of fawn flesh and blood he takes a step back and reclines upon his haunches.

he studies her openly then, noting that she is grinning at him even as he tongue swipes across her own jowls. his gaze follows the elegant movement of her tongue before it flickers up to her fiery orange gaze. vilkas offers a slight cant of his head, a small movement, as he contemplates the questions she poses to him. "as well as i can." he replies to her honestly. to say it wasn't a struggle would be a lie. he would be suffering from culture shock for quite some time, he's sure. perhaps he'd never fully be able to adopt the lax and seemingly carefree manner of the sanctuary wolves ...and perhaps that would not be a bad thing for them. of course, time could prove it to be a disaster but there was always a possibility of it working in some sort of strange not-to-be-questioned harmony. it was all up in the air and vilkas wasn't too terribly worried about it one way or the other.