Crowe had taken solace in the Ashen Woodlands since he arrived a few days ago to Starfall, leaving his old home because, well, he was a player in those parts, and many of the women did not like that. So much as to start planning against him, and once he got wind of that, he had to flee from his prior Delta position. His melanistic appearance was a desired trait in his old lands, and perhaps it would be the same here? He blended well into the night compared to many others; few could even see his dark gray eyes too. Rather than calling a established pack “home”, he actually came across some lands that could count as pack lands, right aside Sindri. The landscape was beautiful, and from hearsay, it was referred to as Amaya, and had been claimed once but they lacked the members. So, he took it amongst himself to claim it as his own, and now was looking for members to accompany him.

The brute had found temporary solace on a charred tree that still had the strength to hold his weight and size, being a dire wolf. He was particularly interested in the pink string that appeared randomly out of his chest and had been following it for a bit now. This was the closest he had gotten to the other end. His eyes followed it, and it was attached to another wolf, pitch like he except for her tail, dipped in white, eyes as green as emeralds…and a singular horn on her head? That was a first, but really, every mutation he saw in wolves here was a first. Even his own wings, which conveniently matched his black silhouette, and his name. They were rather small in reference to his frame, having taken crow size rather than an avian such as the raven. However, they still held his weight, and that’s all he could desire.

He watched her walk and paw at the sooty ground, observing her behavior for a bit. She would be a fun lay, right? He needed to fulfill that urge again, it had been way too long. Plus, this strand thing urged him forward too. But he still waited for a moment, perplexed as she dipped her head into the tree, and it grew back to life. His eyes widened as the tree, which was just moments ago burnt and ashy, grew new life, green leaves sprouting and giving it a lush reawakening. After a moment of adoration, his eyes wandered back down to the trunk, where the femme now sit. Now would be the best time for him to greet her, throw a little flirt in there too, and perhaps he would get lucky.

He leaped from the branch that he sat, spreading his wings to slowly glide down to the female, and landed about ten feet in front of her. He tucked his wings in, gave a little head shake to reset himself, and then attempted to meet the girl’s emerald eyes. ”Hey.” He started, his bass voice gruff as it always was. That was one of the traits that got him as many ladies as he had – his low voice. Perhaps the masculine energy of it was why many found it attractive. He spoke once again, walking closer. ”Name’s Crowe. I’ve never seen anyone do what you just did, however, I can’t say I’m surprised. Only an enchantress such as yourself could wield such a beautiful magic.” He gave a small smirk as he stopped about 3 feet away from her. He typically remained expressionless, but he had to venture out of his comfort zone to get the females he wanted.

The shadow sat down and gestured at the thread connecting them, his dark head dipping down along with his almost black eyes. ”Say, you know what’s up with this?” He paused, looking back up at Echo and smirking once more. ”I think the world destined us to meet.” Mentally, he wanted to gag at his words. But it was this kind of lingo that got many females to lay with him. The sweet talk. While, at the same time, he felt…elated? He dismissed the thought, what was with that? It just had to be the new lands, where no one knew him, and adrenaline. That could explain it. Definitely not this line thing connecting them…right?

Actions and thoughts and "Words."