A young wolf dog tread lightly upon the wet earth, seeking not love but heirs. Many had discarded them selves from his life, and now he was seeking his own. Scents rushed through his nostrils as he picked up a slow lope, harks pricked as he saw a group of two come into the scene. With a small smile, he guessed that they wanted pups, just as he did. There was no need to ask, not a reason to plead or whine. Simply, he trotted up and looked them over, inquisitively wondering if they wished for him to get it over with now. Rochelle wouldn't be so selfish to take them both as his pup's bearers.
Rochelle had a soft spot for the beautiful porcelain hued fae that stood in the sunlight as it beat upon her pelt. She was beautiful, but his heart held no love for her. Truly, there was someone that he was interested in - Luca. Once he met her, he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of her. This one didn't captivate him as much, mostly because she was not as pretty and playful. Rochelle supposed she was good for her use though - to bare new blooded pups. They would have the stamina of the husky, the speed of the wolf, and the intelligence and beauty of the moon herself in full glow.
"Greetings," he said softly, bowing to the white female before easily walking to her rump and forcing her. After he finished, the brute came around to her pretty face, deciding to strike up a conversation with the one that would be baring his newborns. "I am Rochelle," he stated his name, if only for the hope that his first born pups would know of him and seek him out as adults. He wasn't a threat, anyways, for he was kind, always kind.