Nose lifted to the air, he parted his jaws as he drank in all the scents. Fur rustled in the breeze as he sorted through what his nose was telling him, painting the picture of this land. Rabbits were prevalent, a herd of elk pass by daily, most likely from their home source to the lake nearby. It would be the only fresh water available this time of year. The bite of frost was strong, and the white flakes were covering up the beauty of fall colors.
Aisper wasn't fond of winter. He originated from a bit warmer climate, and his fur, well, he wasn't so lucky to be able to hide in the white fluff. His pelt was various shades of grey and orange, almost like a painter and taken a brush and stoked ink across him. Still, his fur was a much warmer alternative to the skin in his other form, and was the much faster mode of travel. Still, he kept some clothing and a few other possessions in bag attached by a harness just in case.
His blue eyes scanned the horizon, plotting out his next pathway. He could scent something much more dangerous than the animals he could take down as prey. He wasn't sure if he was close to another's territory, or it was someone travelling just as he. Either way, he would move through swiftly.
Moving forward, fresh snow crunched under his paws. His ears were perked, listening at all sides. Branches rustled and he crouched low, ready to flee or fight, his ears back. Darting from underneath some nearby brush, a hare, all white except the tips of the ears, dots of black. Salvating, Aisper grinned and dashed after it, striking it down swiftly. Crimson blood splashed across the crisp snow, the only thing brighter than his fur.
Chowing down on his catch, he scented the other creature he had caught wind of before. It was male, and oddly, scented similar to himself. Mostly wolf, but different perhaps a shapeshifter like himself, but not quite like him. Still, Aisper's wolf was small, as he closely resembled the small breed of a lobo, or Mexican wolf. Ironically, his human form, dotted with colorful tattoos, was large for a human, and was the much better shape for fighting.
Aisper didn't get to live to be his age by being stupid. He wasn't old, but he wasn't a child anymore either. His eyes scanning back and forth, he spotted it. The lines of red that stood out when the other tried to hide. "If you are friend, you may show yourself. If you are foe, I suggest you leave before doing something stupid."
Silence followed his words, and for a moment, Aisper believed the creature had left. It wasn't much longer though before the other stepped out from the trees. He stood, silent, fur bristling, almost hostile.
"Ah, I see you aren't so shy." Aisper relaxed just a bit, giving off a less threathening posture, while still being light enough on his feet to flee if needed. This wolf was much larger, and could quite likely take him in a fight if he had a level head about it. "Might I say how beautiful a wolf you are? I love your coloration, your patterns, and those red markings, mmm, you're lovely. Sorry if you take offense at that coming from another male, I find compliments are soothing."
"Shut your trap you flea bag." His voice was snappish, harsh.
Putting a paw across his chest, Aisper feigned injury from the insult. "I don't have fleas! Maybe we started off on the wrong foot, I'm Aisper, and you are?"
Golden eyes glared back at him. "I don't believe I need to give my name to scum like you."
Aipser pouted. How utterly rude. "Well, if I'm scum, I'll just go on my way, leave you to whatever it is you do." He started to pace off, leaving the rest of the rabbit, like an offering, but the strange wolf moved to block his path. Sighing, the colorful wolf rolled his eyes and stood in place, trying to be patient. "Look, I'm obviously looking to get out of your way, territory, whatever, just passing through, if you'd just let me."
"I don't have to let you do anything. I could kick your ass any day of the week. If I wanted, you'd be a smear in the snow like that rabbit." Aisper bristled with irritation. Oh great, he managed to run across some jerk.
"Listen you. You think you're so big and tough, your words probably send lesser wolves running. Use your brain before your mouth and perhaps you'll see we're not so different after all. Just let me pass, and I'll go on my way. Or hell, join me if you're on your own and I can help you out. You're young, I've seen a few more years than you, perhaps you can learn something about not being such an arrogant prick."
His words perhaps were a bad idea, as the strange wolf started to glow. Okay, maybe not all of him, but those markings, those eyes, hell, even whatever was strung about his neck that went almost unnoticed before, blended in with the long winter fur. As Aisper watched, he started to lift up off the ground, growling.
"On second though, do as you please." The Mexican wolf hunched down a bit. He didn't have much in the line of magical abilities, and he was looking outmatched. His eyes scanned the levitating wolf, and took in a few key features. Thinking quickly before he was smote down with white lightning or something crazy, he fiddled with the clasp holding his harness on and dropped it to the ground. His nose dug through his belongings until he found a few of the things he was looking for. Scooping them in a paw and tossing them at the other wolf, he watched as sun glinted on the items that landed in the snow, and curiosity sparked in those glowing eyes.
Slowly, the other wolf landed, his nose snuffling around in the snow before coming back up white. "I'll be keeping these." He said, and Aisper sighed with relief as it seemed enough to calm the other wolf. A shining golden chain necklace, which Aisper was planning to pawn for some cash, wasn't a big loss. A silver ring, inlaid with a ruby, a sapphire, and an emerald, was an engagement that was turned down, so the memory was almost a relief while also stinging a bit to lose. And an old rusted skeleton key, well worn . It was all that was left of a house long gone, and probably the hardest to give up, but after seeing the glowing key around his neck, Aisper had a hunch it might just help him out here.
"So if you don't mind. I'll be going. Looking to find some land I can call my own, build a little house, have plenty of space to run, yet close to a town so I can be social from time to time too. Again, if you need company, you're free to join me, just no more freaking glowing okay? Pretty colorful lights display, just a little unnerving." He started to walk off, and this time the strange wolf didn't stop him. Aisper sighed with relief, glad he survived without much incident.
"Aisper." The multi colored wolf turned to look at the red marked one. "Montgomery." The grey wolf gave name to the face, and Asiper gave a grin. Maybe this wasn't such a bad encounter after all. Nodding to acknowledge the name, Aisper turned and left, his patched fur disappearing from sight, leaving the grey wolf to his thoughts.