The hunt filled the minds of the predators as they moved through the forest, shadows rising from the depths of the forest, swiftly weaving through the trees and silently stepping upon the loam. Osiris had long since begun eating less of a carnivorous diet, but the serrated teeth would suggest that he had at one point ingested the flesh of other mammals. With the expert stance imitating that of a wolf as he closes in on a deer, that assumption is affirmed. The small trio of wolves surrounds from the other side; the instinctual abilities of this pack are heightened, for their communication is connected toward the massive hybrid, with eyes in the sky directing their movements well. Comadre finds the hunt to be fun, little more than a game.

The wolves, however, hunt to survive.

It is with expert care that the hybrid lifts himself into the air, slamming his figure forward onto the body of the stag, its limber body careening in a sick crescendo to land upon the floor, legs flailing underneath it as Little Sister leaps from her hiding places and swiftly ends the life of the struggling beast warm beneath Osiris's paws. The wolf swiftly jumps away from the deer, calling out to the others with a quiet howl, giving the all clear. Kaya is good at hunting, Comadre says with a grin as he lands deftly on his bonded's shoulder. "Who?" the wolf asks, an ear cocking back on his head with confusion. Kaya, the wolf, the dragon chides, looking at his bonded with disapproval. All this time, and you don't even know her name?

Dumbfounded, the massive hybrid looks toward the wolf who bites into the flesh of the felled deer, the female wolf glancing back at him with glowering eyes. Why are you staring, brother? she asks in the chasms of his mind, which Comadre hears played back in his. "Your name is Kaya?" he asks quite shocked, and a barking laugh ensues from the crowd of wolves around their kill, sounding like a choir of dogs as they bark at the moon. And yours is Osiris, brother. You certainly are dense when it comes to niceities. The wolves continue their strange array of chuckles until the hybrid's frown grows deep enough for his brow to crease underneath the thick pelt of fur.

"Then what are their names?" the hybrid asks, motioning his head toward the larger male wolf and the youngest and more wiry of the pack. Pahana and Mukki, Comadre offers up, another toothy grin peeling on his face as he coos a laugh at his bonded as well. "How the hell can you know that while I don't?" Osiris asks, his face contorted into a look surprisingly hurt. You just don't pay attention, Osiris, the black says with a small shrug before leaping from the wolf's broad shoulder unto the deer, sharp teeth dragging into flesh and taking a snapping bite.
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[ I don't mind people joining, but since this is for Dingo's quest, please ask her permission first. ^^ ]

Hello? Osiris's head snaps around, away from his bonded and toward the pine, ears swiveling to capture the sound. His nostrils flare, a futile effort to catch the scent of another over the smell of metallic blood. His eyes widen, trying to take in as much light in the dim area as possible. Around the tree, a shadow seems to move. His eyes figure the outline into the massive body of a stallion, though the great wolf was definitely larger. Stepping protectively closer between the smallest wolf, Mukki, and the growing body of shadows, the hybrid tries to meet the eyes of the stranger in a cold detachment. From behind him, the sound of teeth grinding against bone stops as each of the wolfs look up from their meal, bloodied faces turned toward the newcomer, golden eyes curious but more weary than anything. The last time an equine had greeted them, they had been chased. It was not likely that they would make the same mistake twice by trusting the unknown.

Still, Kaya looks up at Osiris with trusting eyes. The hybrid watches their new found company carefully, looking for any signs of threat. He seems more frightened of the wolves than they are of him, and he glances down from his shoulder to look into the larger eyes of the female. Mind him not, sister, he says into the caverns of her mind, and with that the trio continue to eat, as if the black stead had not arrived at all. Comadre, however, coos and comes to land upon the shoulder of his bonded, vivacious purple eyes looking out past the broad neck of Osiris, nose peaking through his mane to the other side. Only the dragon's head is visible, though his mouth is pulled into a toothy grin in welcome, however terrifying it might look in reality.

"As long as you mean no trouble," the wolf says, "there is no need to leave." Obviously, the black stallion was more shaken up in the crowd of canines than Osiris was of him. Still, there was a nervous reality in the back of his mind. Others did not understand the need of predators, treated them as evil creatures. However, his family was far from the evil spirits they were made out to be. Innocent and brave creatures, worthy of his protection. They had saved him after the cataclysm in Isilme, without ever requesting repayment from him. As such, he had grew to be much fonder of the hated wolf than the trusted equines. They were more civil and kind than many of his other half had been.

"Are you lost?" Surely, he must be, if he wandered in to the smell of blood and wolves.
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What a strange fellow.

Whoever this was he seemed frightened of the wolves partaking in their meal, for what normal equine would not? Still, he stands, albeit rather out of sync from his normal behavior, if Osiris had a guess. The hybrid tends not to care about such behavior. After all, he had been gawked at for the majority of his life on this earth, either with hateful or frightened or sickeningly fascinated eyes. The black brute makes some effort to avert his gaze, though, even if they linger a little too long on the dragon which nestles on his back. "Jealous, Osiris?" the dragon asks in the cavern of they mind with sarcasm. The wolf rolls his eyes, looking down toward his shoulder at the little reptile. "Like I would be jealous of an idiot."

Sitting up, the dragon frowns, pouting, turning his attention away from his bonded and looking with overly dramatic eyes toward the newcomer. He huffs, not genuinely, in sadness, giving the stallion a wink with one of his eyes. Comadre was very fluent with interaction when it came to others, and Osiris had no idea why mny found the little black so amusing. He thought that the dragon was a simpleton who enjoyed attention. At least, he got what he wanted most of the time.

"Aye, the forest is home to many things not fit for broad daylight," the wolf says in response to the stallion's musings that maybe he should not have ventured so far alone. The hybrid was somewhat amused that a full grown man could not travel out on his own in this day and age. Perhaps, that kind of luxury was reserved for monstrous beings such as himself, or thoughtless young maidens like Ophelia. That girl had always been one to lack obvious regard for danger, even as a young filly. He smirks at the memory of their meeting in a cave. It had been so long ago, now, but it still felt very near in his mind.

Lost, yet not lost. This guy just continues to make Osiris wonder about him. "Usually turning back in the direction you came works out well," he says with a chuckle, almost dismissive in tone. At his feet, the creak of teeth gnawing on bone. It had been a long while since he had spent time with another equid in the presence of his wolf family. Osiris found that typically his other halves were seen as evil creatures, violent and bloodthirsty. Osiris viewed it as quite the opposite. His family killed to survive, but the equines killed out of hatred, jealousy, greed, or sheer indifference. They were ugly things.

May I ask your name? Surprised, Osiris turns lifted brows toward the stallion with a sidelong glance. "Destrier of the World's Edge, eh?" he says with a smirk. "I am Osiris of the Grey. The small wolf is named Mukki, the larger Pahana, and the female is Kaya." At least his memory wasn't failing him so soon after having learned the names himself. "The brat on my shoulder is named Comadre."
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It is good to meet you, Osiris of the Grey. The large hybrid witholds a sigh, glancing over with sleek eyes for a moment. Was it really? He hardly believed any aside from Ophelia had ever been pleased to meet him. For a while, he had considered Virva to be part of that list. Now, however, as he stares into the dark shadows behind the head of Destrier, he knows that he had been foolish. Ophelia was a strange girl, but she had always been. Virva had been grounded and well-minded. Only the strange were able to tolerate those who were also oddities. It had been a dream of his from the start, nothing else.

And this stallion. He may be a bit dimwitted to walk into a pack of wolves feasting on flesh, but he did not seem like an odd character. Perhaps there was something within the mind of this boy the wolf could not see. Oddities hide often enough, but Osiris did not see anything overtly unsettling about this character. Ophelia had aged eyes as a filly. This one just has a coat as dark as night and a strange sense of pleasure, apparently. Maybe, hopefully, he was just being polite.

Osiris grunts in response to the nicety, however, not offering any insight to his feelings about it. The wolf was uncertain whether or not it was good to have met Destrier of the World's Edge yet. He doubted that he would ever find out. As the stallion begins to narrow in on a point, however, the hybrid turns to face him. Gruff, rough face looks at the stallion with narrowed eyes until his tongue finally spits out his purpose. The hybrid appears almost displeased, until a small smile on his face grows into a small chuckle.

"I am no dragon, boy," he says with a rich baritone voice. "So, I believe the one who you would owe a favor is Comadre." Hearing his name, the little black coos and swirls over toward Destrier. Violet eyes stare intently at the stallion before a nightmarish yet innocent smile of pointed teeth breaks between scaled lips. "Esssssssssstreeee," the reptile purrs the name as best he can, before reaching back toward his tail and wrestling out a scale. When the strange shaped object dislodges from the skin beneath, the dragon is sent reeling back in the air with a thrilling coo before leathery wings stabilize him. Flapping back toward the stallion, the dragon offers forth the scale, smile still intact.

"Gfffft," he says. Gift. Comadre has made another friend for the small price of a sore heiny.
Great.
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