Volcano Pack:                 

"Well, I never-" He was cut of abruptly as the female suddenly reared up and shoved him, rather roughly, he might add, from the branch and into the cold, splashing waters of the pond, the high pitched sound of his startled yelp echoing about the clearing before being swallowed by the resounding noise of his splash. A few seconds later he popped up, resurfacing as he gasped for air, standing wildly as he found his paws could touch the bottom and he could still raise his head above water. Turning a blind glare up at her, he huffed, flicking water from his ears as he swiveled them back, grumbling about she-wolves and their sheer audacity as he made his way to the shore, at first not to sure where to go, but, by pricking his ears forward and following the instructions of his loyal moths, managing to turn himself about and make it to the banks without too much trouble. Now he just had to haul himself out. At least he was cooler, he reminded himself crankily as he shook out the thick pelt that was his black fur, flicking his tail as he sat once more, beneath the branch where he had earlier perched, and where Reaper herself now sat. As she chuckled darkly, he smirked, turning that sightless gaze back up at her with a mere twist of his lanky head, returning, "Oh, I'll get you back for that little stunt, Princess. Just you wait. Might not be today. Might not be tomorrow. But one of these days, when you least expect it, you'll look over your shoulder and find old Remington on your tail and ready to give you a good scare."

"Well, I never-" He was cut of abruptly as the female suddenly reared up and shoved him, rather roughly, he might add, from the branch and into the cold, splashing waters of the pond, the high pitched sound of his startled yelp echoing about the clearing before being swallowed by the resounding noise of his splash. A few seconds later he popped up, resurfacing as he gasped for air, standing wildly as he found his paws could touch the bottom and he could still raise his head above water. Turning a blind glare up at her, he huffed, flicking water from his ears as he swiveled them back, grumbling about she-wolves and their sheer audacity as he made his way to the shore, at first not to sure where to go, but, by pricking his ears forward and following the instructions of his loyal moths, managing to turn himself about and make it to the banks without too much trouble. Now he just had to haul himself out. At least he was cooler, he reminded himself crankily as he shook out the thick pelt that was his black fur, flicking his tail as he sat once more, beneath the branch where he had earlier perched, and where Reaper herself now sat. As she chuckled darkly, he smirked, turning that sightless gaze back up at her with a mere twist of his lanky head, returning, "Oh, I'll get you back for that little stunt, Princess. Just you wait. Might not be today. Might not be tomorrow. But one of these days, when you least expect it, you'll look over your shoulder and find old Remington on your tail and ready to give you a good scare."

Reaper growled, tempted to shove him back into the water, maybe even hold him down until the bubbles stopped. "I'm not some innocent little girl, you old fleabag." she spat at him, tail lashing in agitation. "If you're just going to play games, go do so somewhere else." she then made the fatal mistake of doing one thing, she turned her back to him.

That same wicked grin was spread along his maw as he kept her pinned to the earth below him, his thick fur ruffling in a bit of wind, his batlike ears pointed forward as if to hear the softening whisper of her breath, or the seductive purr of her words. A dark chuckle escaped his chest as she asked him if he had indeed been sent after her, and Remington's haunting blind eyes seemed to burn their image upon Reaper's own pale, though sightful, retinas, forever marking her in his glow. His laugh was full as he threw back his head, his jaws opening to reveal the haphazardly placed fangs, the long essence that was his tongue visible through the gleaming confines of his maw, a soft snort at the end impacting his statement as he stepped off of her - but not before lowering his head so that his muzzle was close to her own, so close they were side by side, and she could practically feel his breath as his rough voice whispered in her ear, "Well that's for me to know, and you to find out, isn't it, my dear? For now, just know that I'll be watching out for you," he chuckled in a smirk, his tongue lightly caressing her forehead in what could be considered a brief Wolven kiss, akin to something like a light peck on the cheek. With that, he was off of her, and gone, disappearing almost as quickly as he had come, leaving her to roll to her side and wonder when it was he might return, and just what his goals and objectives might have been - one thing was for sure though: Remington was not quite all there in the head, based on his rambunctious personality and crude phrasing, but Reaper was left with the sense that if he had meant her harm, she wouldn't be standing here as easily as she was today, or at the very least he would not have given up so easily. But then, had he really given up? After all, he had promised that he'd see her again - she just didn't quite know when.

The she-wolf was actually relaxed today, taking a break from the midday sun and its burning rays. A rather irritating necessity being as she was a dark furred creature. She flickered an ear at the sound of the approaching moths and cracked open an eye. "You're back?" she popped her neck and rolled her shoulders. "I thought you'd run off for good."

"Dreamin's about all you're doin' today, looks like, Princess," Remi laughed, snorting as he blew a cloud of gnats away from his face and nose, panting softly already in the extreme heat, splaying his lupine body out so that as little heat as possible was retained, rolling partially onto his back as he rubbed at an itch upon his shoulders, scratching futilely at the spot, paws sprawling as he writhed and squirmed, the long surface that was his tongue retreating within his tapering muzzle as he replied, "Eh, no one important. Not so as to bother you with, Princess. I'm just along for the ride, honestly. Don't even know where the target took off too. Good riddance, I say. He was a nuisance."

Remington paused, his ears flicking as he cocked his head, trying to recall. "Hm. Yes, I think so. Dunno why the idiots gave me a description, however. It's not like it'll do me any good," he chuckled, catching the note of anxiety in her voice, though he didn't act like it. He just kept on, like the total crude asshole that he was, as Remington said what he wished, how he wished, and when he wished. He wasn't exactly the nicest of people, and Reaper could tell that the bounty hunter was not one who had a personality for modesty....or, apparently, manners. "Why, Princess? Know where I can find 'im?" He smirked, laying his head on his forepaws as he turned it in her direction. "Or are you just jealous you have competition for my attention?"

"Eh, I lost his trail anyway," Remi snorted, tossing his head as his fur prickled when a leaf hit him, sensing her stand and getting the impression he had insulted her. He found he didn't really care, if he reflected on the thought, and merely lay his snout back on his paws, not having the desire to move from this spot. Not just yet. It was much to comfortable.