<blockquote class="uncited"><div> Aw, no company? But then I might get lost!  </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Eruin's attention momentarily shifts back from the wolf and jackal, the grin on his face broaden more and more...and finally, he can take it no longer. Laughter erupts from his lips, his shoulders shaking in mirth as Theron carries on his little joke. Gasping inbetween bouts of laughter, the silver-haired wolf manages to choke out his own little reply, broken though it is "Ohh..hahaha! Don't HAHAA worry, I th-AHAHAH!!- think that Rea's belly will keep you haha moving in the hahaha right direction!" What little bit of alarm had been risen in his mind melts away - maybe this german shepard was not as bad as he'd at first thought.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "You know, it seems your friend - Rea, I believe you said - is not only bigger than average but smarter too," he remarks. "At least, seems to realize what you're saying to some degree." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Rea, yea" Eruin nods in head, affirming the canine's assumptions about her name. When he mentions being smarter than average, though...<br/><br/>"Smarter? Oh, nah. She's a big dumbass. She just likes to pretend she knows what I'm sa-grk!"<br/><br/>Eruin never manages to finish the sentence, as Rea - with a very rough bump of her shoulders - sends him almost flying off the side of the boat - a bad thing, given it was already in motion. Given her first ploy fails, she follows up before he even manages to regain his footing, her jaws opening, teeth shining dangerously....<br/><br/>...And a tongue almost a foot and a half long slides out, over his face, and right up through his hair, leaving a cowlick from hell in it's wake. Not to mention, an overly abundant amount of saliva.<br/><br/>When the tongue finally retract, Eruin's laughter has stopped, and he has a far, far less than pleased look on his face. Glaring balefully at the overly-large she-wolf, the saliva-drenched wolf frowns with every muscle in his face, his once-perky tail drooping right down practically to the ground "...Oh, you suck." The astounding observation almost seems to make the wolfess 'smirk' her surprizingly expressionate face contorting into a sort of half-grin "....Yeah, we reach the other side, I'm giving you a tour of *MY* insides. See you in a few hours."<br/><br/>Seemingly unconcerned, Rea turns her attention back to the wolf and jackal, her voice, seemingly mollified of what little bit of anger she'd harbored, whispering through his head, as if she were laughing on the inside<span style="font-style: italic">~ You look good like that, Eruin. Almost as good as you'd look a few hours after stewing in my belly. ~</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Perhaps smarter than you," </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Maybe.." Eruin returns, a bit perturbed. Wiping his face with one hand, he continues to listen to german shepard speak, at least half-heartedly.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "But I get the feeling you're not one of those. Typically no-one outside farmers use scythes, and farmers typically don't go for the armored fashion styles," </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Smoothing his hair and fur back down into place as best as he could, Eruin gives the german shepard a lopsided smirk. Normal? To others, his way of life was anything but normal. Always living on the edge, survival hinging just as much on the members of his pack as it was on himself.. "Hrmph. I'm alot more normal than you think. I'm neither a gifted liar, a strategist, a powerful warrior, or a mage of any skill - just your average wolf from a different way of life." The mention of his scythe, though...well, that was out of the ordinary. He shifts his shoulders a little bit - the enormous weapon had started to become a bit burdensome over the trip. Now, the thing felt like a thousand-pound weight on his back, especially given he'd only strapped it on hap-hazardly at best "Just something from the farm." He lies again, half-smirking at the obvious, and easily discernable, fib.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "I'm Theron," he added, stepping closer and holding out his hand. "I didn't catch your name, however." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Wiping one final strand of drool from his face, Eruin slaps his saliva-drenched hand right into Therson's own pro-offered appendage, gripping it tightly and shaking firmly "Theron? Well, nice to meet you - first official meeting since I left home. I'm Eruin." He catches himself before continuing with 'of the Arkanis pack'. Hrm. That would be something he'd have to work on...a last name.<br/><br/>"Eruin Arkanis."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Alyssa Niberos," </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Perking his ears slightly, the wolf turns to the smaller tiefling, peering her over with just a small amount of interest. Second meeting. This time, just slightly politer than his last introduction (And with far, far less drool), He reaches his non-drenched hand down, gently accepts Alyssa's own (Assuming she doesn't pull in back), and lifts it to place it against his forehead. A strange method of greeting, to say the least - yet, it seemed to be something on-par with a kiss to the back of her hand...or perhaps slightly less polite than such.<br/><br/>"Pleased to meet you, as well."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “But I always have an eye for individuals that look like they can handle themselves, like you and your lupine friends over there.” </div></blockquote><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “When you get to the city, I suggest you be more discreet about it instead of throwing your weight around. Just a friendly tip from an Eva Heights native.” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Neither Eruin nor Rea seemed to know, exactly, how to react. Their words were like a veiled threat - warning them against certain actions within the city. It almost felt like these two were WATCHING them. Yet, despite the uneasy feeling he'd gotten from their wording, they were speaking so politely, so eloquently. It was an incredibly strange feeling - being unable to more fully read them. Both Eruin and Rea, who relied on reading and interpreting body language, were simply at a loss. Needless to say, it started to make them both uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Releasing Alyssa's hand, the Eruin - and Rea, for that matter - give the duo nothing more than a baleful glare, boardering on unfriendly...or, perhaps, simply watchful "Hm. Oh, trust me, we'll be careful. Of everyone." His grin widens again "Of course, if Rea does decide to throw her weight around, I guess it WILL make a few buildings crumbl-grk!"<br/><br/>This time, a rough bite, right on the shoulder. How it DIDN'T make the smaller wolf bleed was beyond a mystery - that was a hard bite!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Six...hundred...pounds.~</span>She'd get it through his head, one way or another. Even if she did, really, weight nearly a thousand.<br/><br/>Eruin yelps softly, taking a step back and rubbing the tooth-dented skin of his shoulder - damnit, that hurt! Had the quarters not been so incredibly confined, the wrestling match would have begun with that single little bite. As-is, though....he does little more than lean in, and bite her right back on the ear - a tender spot, despite her size. The loud yelp, and soft little snarl it brooks returns a smile to his lips - vengence was sweet indeed.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Wait a minute!” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>The tiny pixie's little voice draws Eruin's attention again - this time, it looked like she'd figured out his words had been little more than a fib this entire time. Still, it was fun while it lasted. A brief little smile creases his lips, and - the jackal and wolf pushed from his mind, at least for the moment - he fully kneels down right in front of the little pixie, his muzzle face-to-body with her "Heh, I guess you caught me. What can I say, I have a playful disposition towards the fey. Comes from growing up near them." His little slip in wording causes his body to tense, and he glances over his shoulder to see if anyone had picked it up. Rather than looking guilty about it, he instantly returns his attention to the little pixie - just in time to see her drop the coin on top of her head.<br/><br/>Wincing slightly, Eruin watches the poor little pixie's lip quiver -well now, that simply would not do.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Big meanie wolfie, picking on poor little me” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>His smile becomes much more genuine, and he - assuming she doesn't recoil - accepts the single coin from her and places it back on the railing beside her "Didn't cost me anything for the ticket. Didn't cost you anything, either - keep your coin." His hand returns, a single finger extending to pat her softly on the head, trying to sooth that quivering little lip - even as she bites into her body-sized cookie "Aww, I'm sorry. I was just having a bit of fun. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't pick on you. Forgive poor wolfie?" He asks gently, a little smile creasing his muzzle.<br/><br/>A cookie and a pixie...why did she look so utterly delicious. By the nine hells, he was hungry. He'd be so glad to reach the shore, before this pixie came up missing...<br/><br/>"So, what is YOUR name?" He asks, patting her head again to comfort her with a single index finger "...I'm Eruin."