Crisp autumn air was something Altair enjoyed most out of the seasonal times, something about the warm and cold air colliding together made his heart sing. It was this time of year that Altair felt some what free from the dark chamber of his thoughts. Alone now, he knew that he could finally let his emotions free. Out among the rocks and sand, the area Altair had wandered into was quite dry and slightly warm despite the chilly morning that he had awoken to. The day was still young, and with the air still fresh with cold he had traveled out to the neutral lands in search of some quality time. He enjoyed being around the others in the pack, he had realized how much he had missed the company of others but there was still a little bit of loner in him. Coming to a complete stop the large brute stared up at the rocks, his eyes following the dark red crevices. His eyes traveled to a large rock jutting out from the side of a path, and on the end of it sat a small tree just off to the side. The tree had clung to life, it's leaves still green and fresh as if it was the first day of spring. Altair had decided to pay the small tree a visit, and made his way over to the rocky path that steadily made it's way up the mountain side.

A little exercise never hurt anyone... He thought as he began to climb the steep path. Something he had not noticed before climbing were the caves that dotted the mountain side like black gaping wounds. He had come upon his first one, and his fur stood on end with warning. The scent that came out of the cave was not of one that made him feel easy. However, he pressed on having a feeling that the creature was no longer there. He had heard of this mountain, Cathedral mountain in small snippets of conversation. He had heard something about poisonous snakes, and at this time of year they would be looking for places to begin hiding for the winter. Snakes were not something he feared, he had often encountered them as a loner. It was how silent they were that had almost gotten him in trouble a few times. In the daylight he would only have to worry about them sunning, but what made him feel slightly nervous was the fact that he had heard the whispering of Puma's on this mountain side. Catching one and killing it would be quite a feat, and something that Altair could feel a challenge in but he wasn't about to go search one out. It was not his mission to come out here and execute a puma. No, he was here to be alone. He didn't expect any other wolves to be out, he had gone out initially telling the others to hunt and perhaps train by climbing. Other than that it was completely quiet. Calm and relaxed for the first time in a while Altair made it to the tree and took a seat, the breeze swaying and the air bright. Closing his electric blue eyes, he relaxed.

A dry breeze caressed Altair's loose fur on his rump, neck and back bits of dust and sand blowing against him. His light blue eyes remained closed, in a relaxed state. While he was resting, his ears twitched taking in many sounds. Breathing in, he finally opened his eyes the bright sun making him blink. The dusty area was quite warm, even for fall and with it being so warm he could enjoy the sunlight and not feel over heated. One thing about being dark colored was the constant struggle with heat and hydration. He was still relaxing, feeling most of his stress and anger melting away. Most of the time he had a lot of pent up, anger and stress just from his past but also from the duties he wanted to do. He felt like just being a warrior was plain, he wanted to show others that he was valuable enough to do something more. With a snort, the large black brute rolled onto his side, stretching out his sore muscles. While laying on his side, he heard something in the distance, and his ears pricked a bit at the noise. What is that? He thought, and strained his hearing.

With his eyes closed he could hear the singing, and behind his eyes he saw a beautiful she-wolf, almost like a goddess coming to him. It was pleasant to hear, and while he thought about the soft voice singing, he didn't know what to expect. Her words almost had a hint of sadness, and he could tell whoever was singing that they were getting closer. Although, it didn't bother him, it was a nice change from the barking or retorts he usually got. He swished his tail enjoying the soft voice before it stopped. He figured he either saw him or she was just done. It was then, that the scent washed around him like an ugly stain up on his fur. His blue eyes opened to stare right at Ariste, he saw the dark smirk on her lips as she spoke his name. Sitting up, his fur slightly matted and dusty orange from the dirt below him, he watched the dark pelted female in silence. "Perhaps you could, I mean what's the harm in a little story?" He commented to her, flicking his tail dust and debris scattered down the rocks as he did. "How are you this fine day, Ariste?." He questioned, putting some emphasis on her name. Yes, he had remember her name, how could he not have? He had fought her, gotten closer to her. He knew her, and would not be forgetting her any time soon. "Your singing is lovely." He commented after a few moments, wondering how she would react to that.

Altair wasn't tense, no he just sat watching as she took her own seat her long tail curling around to rest on her ebony colored paws. He had decided to stay laying down, at least partially. He was sitting up slightly just in case she were to do anything but he didn't feel like she would attack. No, she seemed calm for the most part. Erenyx wolves were tricky however, and he had no idea was going on in that pretty little head of hers. He flicked his tail at her words, and shook his head a slight cough of a laugh came from his throat. "Better now that you have seen me? I would think you would not enjoy to see my company miss Ariste. Considering as I was the one that got away." He smirked at her, relaxing his tense muscles once more as he laid down. Her grin had faltered slightly as had commented on her voice, and she made no reply. Perhaps it was not often that wolves heard her singing. He wasn't sure if she would accept the compliment or not, but she hadn't bit off his ear so he figured she at least would remember something kind he had said.

Ignoring it seemed her best option, and she had which was not a surprise to the dark brute. While their first meeting had been slightly unpleasant he did get to see some of what she was like even when angry. She was different, that was for sure. He blinked quietly as she move in the sunlight, giving herself an almost goddess like appearance. As she moved into the sun, he saw her outline more clearly as well as the fire in her quiet yet deadly eyes. The warmth he had been enjoying was gone, and with the stiff breeze rolling through the mountain, it made his tail twitch with cold. Blinking in slight surprise, he sat up a bit, narrowing his eyes at her. "You would want to clean my coat? Is this the part where you sit down and share stories with me?" He questioned, a slight grin on his lips as he glanced to his dark coat noticing the smudges of dust. "Being dirty is what most of us are incapable of stopping, but I don't go around hoping every she-wolf notices me." With that, he stood on his paws and stepped away from her. He shook his pelt, the dust blowing away in the wind before he sat down looking to her. "Better?"

The wind ruffled his fur as he sat just on the tip of the cliff, his claws gripping the edge silently. He had glanced to her as she spoke in her sarcastic tone, but did not respond to it. His mind was wandering, as it often would. He had met Ariste one time before, and it had ended in a fight. It had not been a long fight, but they had sparred and he had made it away with his prize. He felt as if he had been able to fight longer, even with the rain pouring down upon them, he probably would have killed her. He knew that she was more battle ready than him but she was also inclined to kill him no matter the cost. She didn't care about his life, or at least that's what he thought. He knew that she was apart of Erenyx, and with the evil tyrant of a an alpha...perhaps she could change. Glancing back over her, his blue eyes cloudy. I doubt it. He thought to himself, his coat fluffing up with the breeze that wafted past them. He flicked his tail again, surprised by her words. He didn't expect such words to come tumbling from her slender maw, but they had. Turning away from the cliff, he spun around to face her before taking a seat once more. Had any wolves caught his attention? He had friends, Sieglinde being one. (Gah i hope I didn't spell that wrong). But had any of them actually caught his eye? "Not in particular. I am friends with someone, and she is very sweet. But I don't think I am the right material for her. I don't know. Why do you ask?" He questioned, stifling up and going quiet. He was tempted to turn it on her and ask her the same question, but he had a doubt that none caught his eyes. But perhaps the alpha? I'm sure he has many paws grasping for him this season.. He thought watching Ariste silently as he waited for her reply.