Starfall Shores washed up yet again another wolf, but this time a male maned wolf. He awoke once the cold waves of the sea reached his paws, making him jump awake. When the male stood on his long pillars, he noticed a small additional weight on his back, to which he craned his head to look at his back with his olive green eyes. He was greeted with a cute yellow and white bushel of flowers along his spine, which he soon recognized to be his namesake. He scoffed, looking up to the sky, and just as he was about to curse whatever god out because of this cruel statement, which was most definitely fitting for the cocky boy’s personality, a howl calling for members for a nearby pack rang out, to which the maned wolf was most interested in the ‘single’ part of the message. A smirk rose on his face. These lands were already appearing to be a dreamscape for the egotistical male.

Black stilts slowly glided along the sand, which slowly transformed to grassy terrain that led him to a landscape of little creeks and short waterfalls, which is where Narcissus swore the source of the call was from. And it appeared he would be correct, as he heard a deep voice booming. He picked out the general gist of the lecture – Amaya would be home to those who favor polyamory and had strong foundations in consent among the pack. It sounded just like what he needed and desired himself. As he approached, another pitch wolf walked out from the brush just before he. His olive eyes followed her every move – the swaying in her hips grabbed his attention first and foremost, followed by the single horn on the middle of her head. His olive eyes darted between all the other wolves that also gathered there so far – one, who he assumed was the alpha, donning black wings and a white ram skull on a large, black bodice. There was another with flowers like himself, but the girl looked much more fragile. The other male in the group had features like a tiger, and the other pitch female had wings unlike a bird and horns upon her head.

The Monokeros female’s words diverted his attention back to her, which he also took as his cue to continue forward, black stilts once again almost sliding gracefully amongst the damp dirt. "And what ranking and duties would you like me to assume, King Crowe?". Although Narcissus could not see the ess’s face as he approached from behind, he also presented a smirk on his face as he got a whiff of her pheromones. She was pregnant, though early on. Narcissus knew this scent all too well, for he had caused many females prior to pup, however, his children were separated from the maned wolf as many of the females he laid with prior were tired of his egotistical attitude. All the maned male could do was shrug at them, and walk away. He could not be bothered with wolves that did not appreciate his existence. Before the skull faced alpha could respond, Narcissus stepped up to Echo’s side, perhaps a little closer than what was respectable, for the maned male was pushing bounds.

Narcissus’s words were more sultry in tone than the alpha’s deep pitch, and directed to Echo, his olive eyes looking to meet her emerald ones before he would turn his attention to Crowe. ”Well, my dear, it appears you should be higher in desirability, considering you are with kin, but despite that, I am also interested in your beautiful essence. Isn’t that right, Crowe?” Narcissus smirked before speaking once again. ”My name is Narcissus. I would be more than happy to be claimed by this beautiful mother at my side, if she’d have me once she bears her current litter. Or, perhaps even before that…” His attention would shift back to Echo once more towards the end of his speech, where he would wink at the lass. His gaze then moved to the other two females. ”Don’t think that you ladies are excluded either – there’s plenty of me to go around~” He would then wink at them too before redirecting his attention to Crowe.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."