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It was hot... unbearably hot. And humid. The air was as heavy as a caribou on one's back and stormy clouds from the far east threatened for vicious lightening storms later. The air was still with the exception of a small cold breeze. Hyacinthe's tongue hung out of his jaws as he panted heavily, trying to stay cool in the intolerable July heat. From a distance he could hear the whooping and hollering of humans. To them, today was a celebration, to Hyacinthe, it was nothing more than another boring day. The dark male had been stripped from his pack during a fire, and his last two companions had left him. Larcque, his pack sister, had been enchanted by an old seer, and draw away from him. And Gabriel, who was too young to understand the importance of staying in a pack, ran away. But he would be back soon enough... once he realized that it was harder than he imagined to fill his belly with food.

Hyacinthe walked through the forest slowly, conserving as much energy as possible. He began to head towards the human camp, interested in what was so special about them. He had never seen a human before, only stories, and was interested in what the party may be. he shook his coat, which still smelled like ash, and began to walk toward the pillar of smoke which wafted through the air from the human's fire.

Hyacinthe soon forgot the heat as the smell of food reached his nose. His mouth watered at the idea of a meal. Hyacinthe had become lean since traveling by himself, and he longed for a pack to share the work with. Yet this food was different, it had a different aroma from the raw flesh he was use to consumming. His paws moved faster over the ground, the white patch on his chest expanded as he took deep breaths, and his head lowered as he slunk through the underbrush of the forest towards the human camp.

Peering through the leaves he made sure to keep absolutely still. Two legged creatures, lacking fur but wearing skins, danced around a large fire on the ground. At first Hyacinthe blinked quickly, startled at the large fire. He then noticed that it had been contained by the humans, and was not eating the forest as the one that destroyed his homeland had. Two legs clapped and yelled at each other in celebration. Some were painted brightly in different colors while other, the two leg pups, ran around squealing with delight. He frowed for a moment, remembering his own family, but suddently he noticed the bounty on the other side of camp. Bowls of berries laid on a table as large cooked salmon hung from branches. A large spit roasted deer was laid out along with other various meats and vegetable which Hyacinthe did not recognize.

Entranced by the food, Hyacinthe took a step forward recklessly, but was soon interrupted as a flash of color caught the edge of his eyesight. It was spotted- a feline? A dog? He quickly turned his head, ears laid flat against his back and tail tucked. Hyacinthe wasn't a coward- in fact he was a strong wolf, but he wasn't about to be caught by a two-leg's servant.

His eyes darted back and forth for a few moments until he realized that this creature was not going to attack him. She was all wolf, not cat nor dog. He sighed briefly, before relaxing, but remaining crouched behind the shrub. She was unlike any wolf that he had seen, though, spots and fangs with a pink flower behind her ear. All the wolves in his pack were just like him. Black. Green eyes. White marking on the chest. But this she-wolf, for a moment he thought quite exotic and attractive.

It was then she spoke in his mind, and instantly he knew what she was. Hyacinthe had mixed feelings about seers. The one it his pack was quite bewitching and beautiful, but also spoke like poison. The alpha had only tolerated her because of her beauty, and because of her tendencies to see the unseen. It was her who had predicted the fire. And then there was that old seer who had taken Larcque away.

He looked at her sceptically, a shrewd mask upon his face. He looked at her carefully realizing she could probably read him like a book. It had been a while since he had been amongst the presence of seers. He stood his ground, though... her intentions seemed harmless enough, despite the large fangs which protruded from her mouth. Her stance, at least, was non confrontational.

"Not a friend of the two-legs?" He whispered under his breath. Hyacinth wasn't sure what she wanted. He was hungry, but wasn't careless enough to waltz right in there and take something.

Hyacinthe rose a brow as Shiva said she wasn't friends with there two-legs. Did she mean she was friends with others? He glanced down as her necklace. That couldn't have been made by a wolf. The also potentially meant she knew how these humans operated. She probably knew how they could fool them better than he could. For a brief moment he thought of acting as a distracting while she took it... but on second thought perhaps this was better as a stealth operation

Hyacinthe felt the pit of his stomach rumble as he once again glanced over with his lime green eyes to the spread of food. It smelled. SO. GOOD. His neatly chiseled face grinned and he let his tail wag. He appreciated the company. He was not fond of being a lone wolf. Perhaps this maneuver would remind him of the old times where many wolves worked as one mind.

He noticed she moved closer. And then he moved closer yet. He was a tall wolf, and leaned down to whisper. "What did you have in mind?" He smiled, a crafty expression on his face. She knew these creatures better than he did.

His ears pricked as the she wolf slid gracefully under his chin. For a moment he contemplated forgetting the food all together... Just watching her tail flick as she disappeared around the bend send shudders through his body. He smiled and followed her, eager for the adventure they were about to begin. Charming, witty, and beautiful... weren't those a rare combination? He smiled gently, trying to keep his debonair composure and avoid melting into a giant puddle.

He followed her amongst the trees, keeping close behind, almost following her paws track for track. The loud thrum of music and singing caught his attention once more and he crouched down to the ground. He trusted this female. Probably because she looked like she knew what she was doing.

He circled around the camp with her. They were now just five paces from the table. While most of the humans danced around the large fire, some of the women lounged under the shade of a large tree avoiding the day's heat. Small human pups wobbled around their mothers. For a moment Hyacinthe felt bad about trying to steal their food. But who knew when he would come across another meal.

He hesitated, looking at the food and then to Shiva. He wasn't sure if they could totally avoid being noticed. Hyacinthe was a large wolf, and he knew a big black monster lurking out of the forest probably wouldn't look like a cute hungry puppy. The scent of smoked salmon wafted past them. "You make the first move," he said. Not that he was trying to sacrifice, but more he wanted to follow her lead. He smiled sheepishly, stretching his legs, ready to snatch and run.