Hear Me Roar;

“There are many types o’ luck lad. But trust me when I tell ye that yer verra lucky.” She chuckled and nodded to him. “Aye, t’is the best in my opinion. Nev’r had better.”

“The best, hm? I’ll have to give it a try sometime then.” Caine said with a grin and a quiet amused hum as he turned to look off back in the direction he had came from. The tiger stilled at the question and furrowed his brow as he took a moment to ponder, “I don’t really have a set destination if that makes any sense..” he finally replied.

She kept her eyes on him, not wanting to give him the advantage of attacking her unawares. His eyes held a truth to them. And there were places where no fences existed on Dreagan land. He also was a foreigner, that made things a bit easier. More excusable.

The tiger stayed put, simply watching and listening to the woman even if everything in him wanted to retreat at the moment. “Well.. I’d agree on the lucky part, but if I were things like this wouldn’t happen to me when I was our for a night walk.” he laughed and then averted his gaze to the trail behind him until the mention of whiskey caught his attention again.

“This land belongs te those at Dreagan. Me and my kin doona care much fer trespassers.” Iona narrowed her eyes and stepped forward into the light. She wasn’t afraid since there was very little that could kill her. Harm her? Oh yeah lots of things could do that. However being immortal had its upsides.

Caine watched the woman for several moments in silence before he speaks up to question with a pop of his brows, “Trouble?” the feline actually lets out an odd sound of amusement as he moves across to wander in a semi-circle around the other. “I guess I should be used to that by now.. “ 

caine-amos

Caine had been out enjoying one of his usual late night strolls, though he was never exactly in the same place each time and tonight was no different. This time however he had unknowingly crossed into a space belonging to someone else and somehow had found himself nearly walking right into the owner, or who he presumed to be the owner, she definitely seemed like it to him from her tone. The tiger hesitantly took a few steps in reverse, absently tilting his head as he struggled to spot whoever had questioned him at first. He cleared his throat before speaking up cautiously, “I.. Uh.. Was just enjoying the scenery?” the shifter was still reluctant to offer her a name just yet.

Yes, a safe haven for shifters and others who want a place to reside peacefully without the human world interrupting. She liked the idea of having a safe place for those not exactly human to be. It was still in its infancy, but so far things had been good. With three witches watching the territory and the spells cast to keep poachers away, things were pretty easy going. So far anyway.

A drifter then. She let the fur on the back of her neck lay down and while she still looked imposing, she didn’t take an aggressive stance. A few had come through and then passed onwards, not staying for long. One or two had come back a few more times, which was fine with her.

Sanctuary? Caine snorts an odd sound in amusement as he momentarily shifts his attention to his surroundings. He soon looks back to the other shifter, absently easing closer to the ground as she moved to sit. The tiger seems less anxious and much more curious now as he studies her for a moment or two.

She stalked closer, taking stock of the newcomer. All shifters were welcome within this sanctuary, but they needed to respect others and be willing to come in peace. Her land wasn’t called The Sanctuary for no reason. Supernatural beings were welcome on her land, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to know who was there.

Caine watched the other shifter cautiously, breathing out a low nervous sound as she shifted and wandered closer. Perhaps the tiger would have been much more at ease if previous encounters with fellow shifters were more pleasant than they had been.

Caine, having a very nomadic life style, was never one for the whole settling down and grabbing a bit of land to call his own thing. He'd always found the thought to be a bit silly, though it didn't mean he wasn't uneasy when he crossed into another shifter's territory, and this one was no different.