Mount Apikuni Calling out father oh, stand by and we will

The woman was utterly repulsed but he did not really care; Ikkalrok had been stone-faced when they'd met, and remained somewhat limited in her expression of her emotions, which suited Revui fine because he wasn't adept with them to begin with. So when this stranger stepped back from him with a distorted look upon her face he wasn't put-off in the slightest. If anything her backpedaling was an invitation: giving him more space for him to creep in to.

What do you want, the woman shot at him; at least this one could speak, perhaps he could get her to shout his name. That sounded like quite an achievement.

The question itself earned a low snort from the man. He felt he was being obvious—prowling close and puffing up with confidence, showing off his lustrous and healthy coat, his fine body. He was strong and strong was good—Ikkalrok had appreciated that. Why wouldn't this stranger?

You look strong, he explained in his pedantic manner. It is an attractive quality. He could not take his eyes off of her. She was strong like Ikkalrok but also resistant, which was new, and somehow that challenge was intriguing to him. What would it take to get what he wanted out of her?