In any other world, Matthias wouldn't be here, but he was lucky enough to have been transported to a place that actually had portals. Not all of the portals were the large, obvious monoliths, though. Some were quite unorthodox methods of travel, and he even found a particular one hidden away that he made a den nearby.
Because of the amount of time saved, he felt justified in being able to venture further and further away from his den and, subsequently, away from his daughter Roxanne. She was young, but not so young that she couldn't understand the importance of being quiet and staying put. Matthias was a free-spirit, not used to being tethered down with responsibilities; and though he would never outright say so, he was glad to finally be away from her for a time. To finally be alone and free.
Except, company in the form of other women was always good, and Matthias was no stranger to bedding with those unlike his own species, so it wouldn't come as a surprise when he notices the lean, petite she-wolf down below. Feathered blue and white wings carried him on a good breeze, and he circled her for a brief time just to take in the sight and see if she was actually worth interacting. After deeming that he indeed likes what he sees, he makes a spiraling circle downwards, the sound of his wing beats audible enough that she'd hear him if not see his shadow upon the earth.
The lion would land effortlessly just a few yards away, giving her plenty of personal space while still being close enough that she could make out his finer details: those bright, apricot eyes attempting to match her sight, large wings halfway out and head high, the gold chain on his neck shown in full view. He wouldn't move any closer, but he would smile, offering sincere, casual words, "Hello, what's a beautiful lady like yourself doing out here all alone?" he'd been around long enough to know that the gushing geysers weren't claimed territory.