His muzzle had come down to crunch on the yellow rock expelled from the geyser. His tongue pressed against it. His teeth ached as they crunched the mineral. It flaked in his mouth, tasted horribly salty and sickening, so Ridley decided to spit it out. Blood welled in his gums from the pressure of the bite, dripping down his jaw along with his inky black saliva. The taste reminded him of something. It reminded him of something, specifically, within the kingdom he used to live in. It reminded him of... black powder! Was this rock some raw form of that?
Mentally, Ridley made note of the location and thought that once he returned from his adventure to gather up the little cactus blossom, he and she could together harvest more of the substance to experiment with. If he could somehow manage to recreate the black powder, oh... oh, what fun he could have then. Ridley resumed his journey to the base of the geyser when he spotted a black figure in the distance who seemed to have seen him as well. He paused, his head up high as his silver gaze studied the other individual. From this distance, it looked like the other male was larger than he. The other looked to be agile based on his structure, and seemed to enjoy fire from the looks of the rings around his paws. Was he weary? Was he being aggressive?
Ridley really didn't care. He did not fear other wolves or beasts or monsters. He didn't fear the living, nor the dead. He'd seen both sides of the planes, lived as a reaper even for a short time, and had manifested once more into another wolf's living body, claiming it as his own. Physically, Ridley was a young wolf, only two, but mentally, Ridley had access to the experiences of souls thousands and thousands of years old.
But, if the other wanted to square up, Ridley would give him a show. He stalked closer to the other, lowering his head to align with his spine as he stepped slowly closer and closer. His silver gaze fixated on the other wolf, his tongue flicking rapidly from the hole between his front teeth. Slip slip slip the sound tinked as he tasted the air eagerly, scenting male must on the winds. His reptilian tail behind him wiggled much like an agitated lizard's tail would, shaking quickly at the tip with a rattling motion. Closer Ridley stepped, bringing their many lengths of distance down to several wolf-leaps away. There he paused, putting the dance into the other wolf's paws. His head lifted slightly, then tilted strongly to one side. Not once did the silver eyes leave the black wolf. He waited and waited, until the other wolf made it clear what it was that he wanted.