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The white knight, vs the black knight. They opposed one another in both physical appearances, and yet also in personality. This male seemed to be much more out going than the alabaster prince. Not unpleasantly so, but perhaps this will be the first encounter to give him more than nothing, or a verbal run around like that female in the storm.

With a small inhale Rosencrantz took in the scent of this individual. It wasn't familiar, a pack he did not know where the lands lay, but they hailed from somewhere. 

Curiosity. What made it a nightmare, if you don't mind my asking. it piqued his interest. Was it who was here that made it a nightmare? The lands themselves were terrible? Fruitless perhaps, maybe he didn't like the individuals who lived here once, or perhaps he was talking about the evident fire. One of many had to be the reason. 

Could be beautiful to some. He added with a sideway shrug. Bored? He pondered the question for a moment, allowed the words to linger before opening his thick maw to allow the musical baritones of his vocals the fill the air once more. I have been for a while... yes.

Boredome. That's what it was that kept him so irritated, so easily annoyed with the locals lately. There was no thrill to be found, no information that anyone wanted to share, no partnership. He was indeed... bored. Your pack, of which that taints your flesh; that doesn't keep you entertained?