Fairfax
Reicher
Fairfax
Reicher
Reicher hadn't noticed his appearance in the least. He himself was not on the meaty or muscular side, although by all means he did appear to be. He had a very thick frame and much fur on himself, giving him a bulky look. Unfortunately, his own fur was suctioned to what little flesh he had. It spiked out in random places where he hadn't bothered to clean, although it kept its pristine purity of white. The messyness of the wolfs coat gave him a... feral look. Not that he minded. In his eyes, when he dared to view his own reflection, it just made him look more frightening. Which to him, was a good thing.

Fairfax's master didn't bother to look back as they headed in whichever direction Reicher chose. "Does your name have any meaning to it, Fairfax? Where did it come from?" He questioned, for quite a good reason as well. He always liked to know where names and everything came from, their meaning, their purpose. For he knew his purpose. It was to dominate all lesser beings.
Fairfax looked up as the sound of Master's voice drifted back to him. He was surprised by the question. He had not thought the other would have been interested in such details, especially about himself. Silently, Fair chided himself; it was not his place to question his Master, let alone his character. "It.. it means 'blonde'...light haired.." He murmured on, raises and eye to Reicher's head and then letting them both fall again to his feet.
Reicher how reached the forests edge, entering into the deep woods. Behind him trailed his new slave, a wolf whos soul he owned, Fairfax. "I ask because I hate things without meaning... For a god, you see, Fairfax, I have never seen or had any notion of the afterlife. I don't see the meaning behind it, I refuse to contemplate it." The younger wolf scowled as he recalled his path and where he was going. Why was he telling his slave this? Perhaps he just felt the need to speak, to hear his own magnificent voice. It could be better then the voice of any bird.

He was hoping to perhaps find Sashta or Diego, but he doubted he would. The skeletal wolf could atleast take his new charge to his tree where he kept his goods and his most prized things. He felt he could atleast try to trust such a lesser being with his secrets. Though... if he found out too much...
Fairfax followed after his Master, thinking the conversation must be very deep; He did not understand the direction this conversation was going. His name had to have meaning or else... Reicher would hate it..? What did that have to do with the afterlife. Fair's frowned in thought, trying to work it out. He thought his Master must indeed have been very smart to contemplate such things.

Fair looked up, honestly looked up, for the first time since they had begust their walk. He realized at once the changes in their surroundings. Gone was the pleasant stream and soft grasses; Muffled were the songs of the birds, and plentiful were the smells that wafted over him as they entered the forest. He had not realized his condition before, but as they passed a spot where a male deer had left his scent, Fair was overwhelmed with pangs of hunger. He had not hunted in days, ate little but what he had found, like a dirty scavenger. The green wolf looked at his Master, not really expecting anything from him.