Merikh crooned chestily, slanting his cranium to the side, whilst listening to Gelinda's responses that sounded sapient and unpretentious. even if it should've bolstered him, he bode in indecision. the certitude ebbing away in slivers. ''that is indeed true, your heart will tell, whether he's equipped to be your sire or not,'' he articulated, voice resonating into an outstretching rumble once the woodland became laboriously silent. with a cant of his snout, draw skywards, he savored the air. inhaled all of the potential redolences traipsing the grounds whilst his threadlike tassel lashed behind his backside. the fragrances were nuanced, though wilting. ''we should move a little bit more to the south, to find any fresh odors lingering about,'' Merikh suggested, recoiling back and swooping onward into the brushwood that seemed already squashed and overgrown on the other sides. ''if you discern a hare odor, tell me, instantly,'' he alerted, audits fluttering aloft on his skull the moment his strides hustled up.

with metrical treads, Merikh's physique rippled in leisureliness and vigilance as he bode conservative of his wound, but progressed faster than last seen. and though, they traveled in each other's wonderful company, in restful stillness, and exchanged a few words once in a while, Merikh all of a sudden, ceased his strides, his enormous mitts burrowing into the doughy dirt embedding the earth under him. the fragrance of an outsider lupine, his own species, stung his nares and compelled him to flare vigorously. ''i'm afraid, we've entered someone's settlement, Gelinda,'' his tassel thrashed around his posterior as his physique withdrew a stride back, cranium flailing around. the odor wasn't plunging his nose, though it wasn't geriatric or shrunk. it was fresh and potent enough to make him determine the species and the gender of this perplexing canine. which seemed to be a brute. ''i don't recall a canine reigning this land as his settlement, that's unusual-'' he peered to his side, irises shimmering like a pair of fireflies in a murky nightfall. if it wasn't an assertive canine, there shouldn't be a concern and they would transmit this as a straightforward misfortune, on both ends. but that was a raw desire, Merikh wanted it to be. he definitely couldn't descend into a scrabble, renew his wound, and forfeit a life. nor did he ascend his longings. it was all swarming at him like a hive of bumblebees, pointing their stingers at his face. ''we shouldn't stall here,'' he suggested, voice slumping into a murmur as he craned his callous gaze at Gelinda.

maybe we should add some drama? feel like it would stir a bit of fun:)

merikh's gaze flashed at the virile's marring physique tiptoeing forward into the overdrawing luminosity that the sun proposed. and while gelinda had implored and haggled with the beast, merikh held his snarls and disputes with a tight lip.

this was not a place for him to thrash out or seem any less dire. they did overrun his settlement and for that would come harrowing consequences given how the beast reacted.

and the warlock did not react well.

''you inroaded into my motherland,'' the brute snarled with a sickly frail spoken voice, bristling its backbone hairs at the pair of outlanders standing near one another.

and merikh with a stumbled snort, withdrew his presence, forcing gelinda back with his longish snout. to exhibit any sort of submissiveness to the contentious canine. which seemed inadequate and disregarded, because once merikh preserved a safe stretch between the beast and them, the lupine just inched forward with a rugged snarl itching across merikh's flesh. if merikh could defy, he would. but with a recovering wound, he was an inferior chance. and needed to be prudent to not flare into a battle.

but the beast was deemed for a battle, given its stance and gestures. and the utters it mustered just meant to bristle them to oppose. ''we should run,'' merikh with an unhurried lower of his cranium, murmured chestily to the more diminutive damsel beside him.

and bearing decisive eye contact with the frothing brute, merikh taunted his muscles to flee in case this unpredictable warlock would leap. because every muscle writhe of that oddity was a mere jumpscare. and merikh couldn't bear any more seconds to dwell in the same spot as the misfit.

so once merikh's figure was outstretched, he bode in his spot. appearing clement and composed as usual, in the face of a cutthroat.

act assertive, and demonstrate some nerve and intrepidity. merikh breathed evenly, irises swerving at the virile's jagged and marred features.