Ocean's Breath Plateau until his feet bleed and

it's easy to forget the fish as she draws nearer and easier when she offers her name in introduction. speedy. the maned tundrian meets her gaze, glacial blue boring into lustrous yellow. under normal circumstances the meeting of gazes could be mistaken as a challenge but wintersbane has no desire to fight — a far cry from his more hostile and aggressive youth. oh, he still craves the adrenaline, still craves the fight but he's much more smarter about it than he's been known to be in the past. wintersbane finally learned that he's not immortal nor is he invincible. it's a meeting of gazes, simple and non-hostile. nothing more, nothing less. still, instinct causes him to avert his and it rises to glimpse over her head. there is nothing but endless stretch of forest and beyond that beach, he assumes.

"heading away from it, actually." wintersbane admits with a sardonic quirk to his lips, glimpsing back down at her. "i hate the beach." he was born as far from the coast as he possibly could have in the wilds ...a fact which he is undoubtedly grateful for. not that he lived with his biological family for very long, mind. his kidnapping had been the catalyst for the disasters that followed his disappearance for the fearghal family. it's only after a long moment that he realized he'd yet to return her introduction. his weight shifts ever so slightly, ears cupping forth atop his skull before they flutter back to rest at half mast instead. "i'm wintersbane. by the way." he offers her simply.