Taking some more space for himself, Gekirin wasn't quite ready for the energy the previous young wolf had just yet. What did calm his somewhat rattled nerves, was the somewhat serene crisp evening air that filled his lungs. Gekirin took a deep breath, exhaling as he let the stress slowly ebb away from his core. Then continued on to find something to quell the ache in his stomach. Prey had already been scarce with winter's firm grasp on the world. Add on to it the long otherworldly plague, brought on a whole new challenge.

But he wasn't about to give up, his nose doing its best to pick up on something even remotely savory. The dark cloaked wolf moved through the misty forest, smelling what he thought was a pond or at least a swamp of some kind. Maybe there was food over there? Then the crunch of something behind him made his heart almost leap out of his throat. Who's there? You know it's not wise to sneak up on someone with a hungry stomach. Golden eyes looked into the direction of the noise, still and poised as he remained ready for what or who ever had the guts to creep in on him.

Vivian

It seemed that no matter where she went, there would be snow waiting for her. Vivian didn't mind by any means, of course, she quite favored the chill that nipped at the parts of herself where her fur was thinnest. This stood as a lone comfort in a world she'd yet to grow fully acquainted.

A familiarity amidst a land of the unknown.

So when she slipped down south, it was out of curiosity more than any true need. She lived her life along frozen tundra and the hunting here felt no different.

It'd be curiosity once more to explain why she followed after the scent of pine. While she was gutsy, of course, Vivian didn't find herself particularly threatened by the man she caught glimpses of through the trees and dense foliage. He's the lumbering kind, that much she could tell. If she wanted, she reckoned she could loop around him twice over before he'd have a chance to lash out at her—no, she wasn't worried at all.

This was a game to her.

"You wouldn't have known I was here if I was sneakin' around, hun," she said, stepping out of the deep coverage from the trees with a flash of teeth in a sharp grin. There's enough space between them that she didn't have to look too far up to meet his gaze. "Huntin' ain't been too easy on ya' I reckon?"

There was an almost annoying tone to her voice, the way she moved with a loud sort of arrogance. The kind that nearly almost turned him on...almost. Gekirin turned to face her, not wanting to continue to stir up trouble with someone that wasn't quite yet worth it. Better to keep his cool rather then give in to the namesake he was given. Better for her to not find out the hard way and end up on the poor end of the stick. Instead the black beast kept his eyes on the woman, pondering her question.

No, hunting has been a drag here. Nearly everywhere actually. This cursed darkness over the land and frozen conditions are making it hard to find anything worth while. I can't imagine you are faring any better. His voice was smooth but still held a slight rough edge to it. Golden eyes were filled with a tired and glossy look to them, hinting at the inner turmoil he had been running away from. Another problem to deal with at another time. What do I call the one that stalks me? Gekirin asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, awaiting what ever clever answer she might have for him next.

He met her with an attitude that she thought to be a little silly. Maybe if he had something of appeal to her, she'd have been the stressor he looked at her as, but unfortunately for him, Vivian's just nosy.

For good reason apparently.

"Farin' just fine actually," she said, offering a confused quirk of brows. "You ain't from the north, huh?" It wouldn't be the first time she met someone more familiar with southern seasons instead of the arctic consistency of ice and snow. "The one that stalks me? That sounds cooler than a name, don't ya' think?"

Vivian dipped her head just ever so slightly in greeting before lifting a paw to gesture at him, "Vivian... Now what do I call you? Ya' know, besides hungry apparently."

This woman was something else alright. The kind of arrogance and annoyance that was strangely attractive. Her poking and prodding for some kind of reaction almost got something more then a raised eyebrow and a smirk. But she should be grateful that's all she got. That does count for a better name, I'll give you that. But Vivian is still fancy all the same. As for myself, Gekirin is the name. The black beast still kept his distance from her, not really in the mood for close encounters.

But his stomach growled once more, reminding him that there was still some unfinished business to attend to. Oh no, I'm very used to colder climates. I come from a pack that held an entire valley as territory, so there was much opportunity there for us in many aspects. My mother was quite successful. Another rumble of the gut. Care to join me though in finding some food? Two eyes are better then one after all. Would she help, or just make him do all the work? She did seem the type, so he wouldn't be too surprised if she passed on the offer.