"Bleib bei deinen Brüdern." (Stay with your brothers.) He had said only hours earlier. Though he knew Zero would have little issue keeping to Cian's shadow, the Frei was more concerned Gilbert would be less obedient. He's going to turn my mane gray sooner than later. The Frei inwardly thought, a low grunt escaping the beasts cage at the thought. Though the long trek along the beach was more bearable knowing that they where at least; together. What would their mothers think? He wonders. Claws sifting through the sand as the land gradually grew more sturdy underfoot; giving way to the rocky gated passage that now loomed before the Iron hided brute. The salty sea breeze still lingers thick at the mouth of the Island, but so too does the faint traces of blossoming life. There was of course, no way in knowing what lay beyond, but he was tired of roaming. His wanderlust thirsting to be quenched by something more... stable. With the sun at his back, Rome sighs and skirts around the water's edge, deciding for the moment to take a break beneath a bigger sand bank.

DARK FOREST WOMAN; Genya had already grown tired of the same sand underneath her feet and the same vision of hares running in front of her. There wasn't even a den or any shelter worthy of her to inhabit. Most of them were too small and narrow and nothing like the spacious dens she was used to. The sun was particularly vibrant today, but the air carried its typical winter chill. A majority of the lions she met soon left on their own. Their goal was to look for family and friends, while hers was somewhere along the line of that, but also to wait for the fog to clear. She had placed her foot down on the drinking source as her temporary habitat now that she figured no one else may show up. So when a blue-eyed lion showed up, Genya was almost surprised. It had been a while since she last met someone. The fog may not be making her hallucinate, but her current predicament made by the fog might be doing so in its favor. But, Genya simply watched, hoping her gaze will clue the man in on her presence.

Although thirst certainly stirred within the male, his happening upon a clean source to drink was purely accidental. As was crossing paths with the shadow swathed woman before him. Even though she was still some paces away, he found his muscles growing rigid, drawing himself to a halt as sky blue eyes devoured the lioness from head to toe, his rugged brow furrowing briefly while thick Germanic tones spilled out in a guttural muse. "Guten Tag, wann hat-" He begins before realizing the woman might not understand the tongue he was taught to embrace since childhood; like his father before him and his father before him. "Forgive me... are you from around here?" If she was a native, there was a promise of something lingering on the horizon yet. His brawny figure shifted forward, pacing slowly toward the water; though his eyes simmered with cautious and hungry, his iron clad crown wrapped in raven tresses remained held high and regal.

DARK FOREST WOMAN;It was expected that a stranger would see her with a wary gaze. But he had not given her even a slight frown, except for the rigidness of his muscles. This does not drive away Genya's curious gaze nor her willingness to stay here. To her, she was here first, and she was morally obligated to keep her place here. She lets him speak first, patiently listening for his question or a demand. Somehow, this man gives off such an energy of confidence. And when he does speak, it's in a language she doesn't know. Soon after, he does catch himself and switch to the common tongue. Genya laughs a little, barely more than a few shaky breaths for how quiet it is. Sadly no, I assume no native lions would be trapped here Genya responded as she slowly swirls her paw in the water. She then tilts her head towards the brief presence of the fat hares. You won't see anything other than these animals Her words were mostly in jest, but she wanted to be helpful in pointing out some potential food source.

When she answers, with the trace of a laugh whispering off her lips; Prometheus's head gives an ever so slight tilt. His cerulean gaze lingering on the lionesses mouth when she speaks before meeting her stare but a moment, before looking around them. Though the fog was dense, he could indeed still make out the abundance of fat hares roaming - which in itself felt odd to the brute. They didn't seem fearful of the looming predators that might otherwise choose to devour them at any point. Perhaps she was right... or that there were no Natives to begin with at all. Though when Genya adds that he won't see anything else, for a moment his inky lips drawl into a smirk. His rugged brow quirking almost charismatically. "Well I've seen you haven't I? Unless you mean to imply you aren't her' ja?" Rome points out, his voice thick with the traces of his Germanic accent.