This had been a long day for Loki, the second day in the life of Erenyx. He wished nothing more than to just feel the wind blow smoothly over his ears and feel the thrill of the hunt. With that thought, he postponed the digging of his large den, and wandered off. Loki's thoughts got the best of him as he padded off, letting his mind wrap him entirely. Cassiopeia and Raven, the faes he had met earlier proved to be good friends, and he realized he was off to a good start. He had not yet met their Alpha—the great Steele, but he longed to meet him, for Loki had heard many things about him. He had not heard of anyone else, except for Irrationality—the delta of this pack. Told to be noble, and cunning, a great fighter, and a wise wolf. He had the fight of a bull, and a mind sharp as the tip of a hummingbird's beak. He wondered how wolves made their way up in the pack, they had to be incredibly stern, and clever to make important points, but place them in discreetly, as well as being a good leader, and setting a good example.

Soon, Loki found himself wandering aimlessly into the forest, the forage looming over him, turning everything into a rich shade of green. It seemed to consume the land, and sun, and such breaks between the leaves and branches, the patches of grass seemed to be a more pleasant and bright emerald hue. The birds sang their shrill songs, and the bushes rustled with animals hiding in their nests. He padded along, his face expressionless, as well as his emotion, and came across a wide field, full of grazing animals. He smiled at his discovery, and hopped over to a tall Poplar tree. He lay down for a second, watching a doe and her fawn chew on the lush grass. Later, he thought it might be nice to quickly hunt something here, but for now, he would rest, and wait for something to happen.

Katyusha limped slightly as she walked through the packlands. It had been several days since her spar with the alpha, and since then she had begun a brutal training regime with the brute she so honored, taking the role of his apprentice to build her power and strength, and hopefully catch his eye as a potential mate. But for now all she could think of was completing her training, doing her best to prove herself to the alpha and earn the litter she would be carrying soon enough.

Today however, the fae had completed her training early and went about doing her duties as a Delta, not wanting to waste her and the alpha's time with rest when she could still walk and still had duties to do. While it was made clear she wasn't permitted near the border with her remaining injuries from the spar, and new injuries from training, she had taken to patrolling the inner pack land, not expecting a confrontation with a foreign invader, but perhaps a run in with a pack member.

With the summer heat nearing it's end and fall nearing on the lands, Katyusha thought it wise to use her past experience as a hunter to go to her frequent hunting spots to gather a report on how the prey were holding up, and where they may be planning to hold up for the winter, so food wouldn't be a concern when the snow fell in the winter. As the lightly colored fae neared one of her favorite hunting grounds a scent suddenly caught her nose. It was a brute, one she didn't recognize but definitely smelled of Erenyx, if just barely.

A small smile came to her muzzle as she fae changed her heading slightly, swift and silent paws carrying her closer, a slight limp still noticeable from being thrown to the ground, but not really affecting her movement much. Soon the brute would come into vision "And who are you?" the fae would ask with a smirk, holding her head high as she walked up to him, looking the brute over and awaiting his reply.

Loki's senses slowly floated away one by one, his concentration was singled out on the two deer. His ears twitched, and his head bowed as he fought sleep. All with a sudden, the doe perked her head, and scampered off, along with the trailing fawn. He picked his head up, and turned his gaze around, only to be face to face with yet another wolf.

"And who are you?" Were the only words that escaped her maw. He held a gasp as his eyes met a beautiful fae, her pelt the color of sand, eyes of gold, and a proud posture. Loki rose slowly, bowed briefly, then stood once more. "Hello, miss. I am Loki, hunter of Erenyx." He refrained from letting his voice quaver, but before him stood a true goddess. Loki longed to know who she was, her beauty compared to no one he had met before. He wondered if this fae was taken. Such a beautiful soul must have been already claimed, her alluring nature brought you in. He cursed his emotions, and brought himself together. He dared not fall for anyone... Especially radiant, charming and stunning ones... But back to the point, he had yet to learn this fae's name. That made now six wolves he knew in this pack, and already the second day. But one thing remained on his mind...

Who was she?

Katyusha watched the male jump to his paws, her look flat and emotionless as he gave her a bow, a courtesy she would not return to her lesser until it was thoroughly earned. The young fae had been abused brutally to earn her position in this pack and she wouldn't give out respect lightly, especially when she had to fight tooth and nail to earn what little bit she got. As the brute spoke Katyusha would nod softly "Delta Katyusha of Erenyx, and personal apprentice to Alpha Steele." she said firmly, no pride in her voice since she wasn't permitted to have pride anymore.

Carefully the fae would walk up beside him, almost as if she weren't really interested in who he was, but why he was here. The fae would look out over the flat plain of the hunting moor and then glance back to the hunter "You must be new here, I don't recognize you." she said flatly before turning back to look out over the moor.

(OOC: Sorry it took so long!)
Katyusha. The one dubbed Delta. The one that took the hunter's emotions and placed them somewhere Loki could not enter. So, Steele had trained her. Certainly the alpha had taken interest in the delta, or, have he no feelings like the majority of the wolves in Erenyx? But she seemed to have a flat tone of voice, like she didn't want to be here, yet she had no choice. Loki's senses sharpened as the female approached him, glancing towards the hunting grounds, where she would curtly snap her gaze back to the honey brute. She spoke softly, something hidden underneath. He turned his head back to the moor, replying while staring at the vast stretch of land. "You are correct, I am new. My second day here in Erenyx." He lifted his tail only to pat the ground beside him. "Will you stay here and chat with me?" He asked. He wanted somebody to just sit with right now and watch as the sun stumbled over the hills. He also wanted to gaze at the sky and fall asleep under Erenyx's comforting landscape. He let his tail tuck under his hind leg and waited for her answer. Sure, they had just met, but how do you get to know somebody if you avoid them altogether?