Chimera Fields let's take a chance baby; we can't lose

Ulysses passes up a few more moments of his time as he watches the wolf prance about like a deer. She's running so fast, speeds the wolfdog is sure he'd never be able to reach. Sure his legs are sizable and stocked with muscle, but durability and brawn is more his strong suit. The she-wolf is quick and agile, long limbs almost lanky but such a thing only gives her that extra boost.

He watches as her tongue flops out the side of her mouth over pointed teeth, she's finally getting fatigued. If Ulysses is honest, he never thought the moment would come. As she's tiring out, her sparkling green eyes land on him. The larger male knows she's assessing him, but he sees no malice to her inspection. 

Though when she paces over to him, she's doesn't seem the least bit nervous, not even timid; much like a few other who've crossed his path. Rather than a tell tale shyness, she walks with confidence and holds a certain curiosity in those emerald hues. 

Then across her fox like muzzle lies a sly smile. Ulysses brows rise, his moonlike eyes gazing intently at her and he puts on a smirk of his own. By all means, he's not the most friendly, but today's a beautiful day and it's nice to see another soul enjoying it.

So he imitates her, cocking his head slightly, his large ears wobbling as they're pointed towards her. "You are fast, I will say that." His accent is thick and his voice is deep and rumbling yet also smooth. Ulysses lowers his head closer to her. "What makes you want to prance around in a field of flowers this day?" He asks almost teasingly but in no way menacing.