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The first snow of winter had just begun to fall when Leigh made his way out into the wood. It was but an elusive flurry, it would not stick to the ground, but Leigh found himself enlivened. He'd been born in a blizzard back in the wastelands of his home, and cold was, in a way, his element.

The silver wolf had left his dwelling back with Dristi and Harlequinn for an early morning walk. The two females were good company, but every male needed time to roam now and then. Besides, he might even return before they woke.

Icy gray eyes scanned the thinning foliage, gaze sifting through the shadows of morning to land on a ghostly figure at the side of the river, a shewolf hunched over, her form listless, her head low.

Leigh was a bit curious as he padded out of the woods and onto the bank behind her. "Well, hey there, darling." He spoke to catch her attention, a smirk on his lips.

Leigh noted Kalia's dead eye, and his mind quickly catalogued it as a potential weakness. His eye completed a cursory sweep over her form as he registered the female's presence. Her coat was a mottled gray, similar in color to his own in places. She looked a little older than Harlequinn and Dristi, but she was certainly no troll. His eyes lingered on her face for a moment as she let out a growl.

The male nonchalantly fell into a languid, almost cat-like stretch. "The name's Leigh." His eyes danced with an odd mixture of humor and beligerence.

"Do all the ladies around here play hard to get?" He let a hissing laugh escape through his teeth, flicking his fox colored tail. "I'm liking these woods more and more."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, appraisingly. "What's your name?

Leigh snorted, a plume of silver exhaust leaving his nose. He glanced suspiciously at Kalia at her sudden mood change, turning his muzzle slightly to face her as he tried to calculate her actions. He flexed his darkened paws, black claws digging into the earth. "No trouble..." He muttered, trailing off uncertainly.

At her next comment, he fixed his cloudy gaze on her good eye, his face in a deadpan. "And which type would you be, Kal?

"Oh really?" Leigh drawled, arching his brow, and scoffed lightly at her following question.

"I'm hard to classify" He deftly pushed past her, flicking his tail against her shoulder as he made his way to the water and bent down to have a drink.

When he had drunk his fill, he craned his neck to the gray female again, water dripping from his muzzle as he licked droplets of moisture off his whiskers. "What are you doing here? Do you live here?"

Leigh obnoxiously quirked an eyebrow as Kalia's own gaze swept over his form. He certainly did the 'look-over' enough to recognize it when it was used on himself. His mouth twisted into a wry smile. This female hadn't faltered yet, which was definitely a plus in his mind. He liked them strong, tough, like good Wastelands girls.

"And what's a lady like yourself need a break for, anyway?" He rumbled.

"Speaking of packs, have you seen a fox-colored wolf anywhere around here? Goes by the name of... Soul?"

"I suppose she can." Leigh said, turning the words slowly over his mouth as he craned his sinouous neck higher. "I didn't think someone like you could be ruffled by an 'icky' female. What's she do to get your goat, so to speak?" His eyes narrowed and another almost malicious smile crossed his lips.

Any trace of humor left the male's face when he heard her next anser, however. "Catalyst..." He hissed the name with loathing, his tail arching behind him reflexively. "He survived too?" Leigh murmured a soft growl. He glanced about him. He didn't have to leave this second, so he could afford to beat about the bush a little more. "And what was your impression of this Catalyst?" He demanded smoothly, as if testing her, leaning tantalizingly closer to her again.