A Fallen Princess....Amatsu

She was being watched, watched since she had stepped foot within a hundred yards of this place. Sure to most it would seem that there was no place you could stand or sit without being seen. But these lands, they were apart of his blood now and when he wished to be hidden it would so happen. While the spring had encroached on these lands the effect of the suns rays made it even easier to blend in with the landscape. His ears twitched as his eyes tracked her form, weary. She looked like most of the lone wolves that washed up on these lands. Tired and hungry. Intrigue had lit up in him when he saw her and that happened on occasion. There weren't many things to do here save observing and every so often he would find interest in his study subject.

Cocking his head he stalked forward eyes keenly on the prize. He lengthened his stride in order to catch up with her. He was not making an effort to be silent but neither was he making much noise. A predator true to his core but this time he was not stalking prey, or was he? A smile graced his face and it made him look devilish in a charming way. He was a handsome enough wolf, broad shoulders, thick frame but not overtly bulky. Within twenty yards he let out a harsh yip to catch her attention because he came from behind. The goal was not to scare her off. What the goal was he was unsure but it never hurt to have a little casual conversation.

Approaching, his flaxen gaze twinkled in amusement, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Snapping his jaw in a goofy manner his features composed themselves into a friendly face. "Hail stranger, might I stop you for a chat?" His tone was confident but not overly arrogant. He was sure of himself and many said that would be his downfall. Well it had yet to happen so he lived another day to bother a roaming soul

Tercial was pleased when she responded positively to his speech. How he hated when they were too prude. "Of course you are thirsty, this desert will dry out even the most cactus of us wolves." Standing up he gave his pelt a shake to loose the sand. A habit made of a thousand times of practice. Flexing his claws he smirked at her. "I know every water filled crevice from here to Hamara. I've lived here for quite some time." He began stepping towards some invisible landmark. "Now come, I wouldn't want to have to carry you if you faint from heat exhaustion." Pausing in his step he glanced back at her. "Or maybe perhaps I would." Loosing a chuckle he continued on not bothering to check her reaction. Surely if she was going to run she would have by now.

He didn't bother to sit on the cool granite because they had yet to really enter the depths. Her occupation within her own mind seemed to disappear once they entered the cave and now her attention was fully his. Plastering on his charming smile he shrugged. "I am a wolf of the desert, my clan has walked every inch of these land and we have found all her secrets." Motioning her to follow with his head he went on. "Come we have not ventured far enough yet. You will hear it in a moment." And indeed as he led her further into the cave it got darker but it was still a dim twilight around them due to some unknown light source. Then there was a soft noise that was growing louder and the air got cooler and damper yet. Finally after crouching to slide past a low ceiling they emerged in a small tavern where an underground oasis awaited them. Flooding calmly in from a far off tunnel and disappearing into a darker crevice. Here he walked to the edge and took a long refreshing drink. He loved these hidden wells, no other water in the world tasted like this.