After their delicious fishy meal, Abigail was nothing short of a ball of energy. How was that even possible? He would never know. Perhaps it was a blood sugar thing. The woman incredibly bouncy even in comparison to her normal... It would seem.. those ducks would have to wait for another day. They after all.. had a mission to attend to. It was far more important. Prioritizing was everything. The question that escaped the vivacious woman's lips prompted a questionable look her way, his nutmeg hue gaze lingering upon bouncing hair as she skipped about. That question was indeed, ridiculous. A subtle frown kissed his brow, and yet he found himself considering it all the same. After a few short moments the decisive businessman's deep rumbling voice met her with surprising honesty considering the question had been, ridiculous. Truthfully he had not tried either giraffe or elephant to know for sure but simply common sense he could at the very least deduce an answer.... But surely judged purely on size of the creature alone.. he was sure of the logic behind those very words. "I do.. they are all legs... and far less fatty. Although I wonder which one is tastier.. I would imagine.. the giraffe tastes similar to a deer or a horse.. He apparently put far too much thought into this but he found the impossible red panda.... Infectious. However, he barely got a moment for those words to see the light of day before she distraction stuck her. The woman was hopeless.. he was sure. The scurried off to play hopscotch. The woman taking to it with certain glee, that girlish giggle rang bursting from her with such ease. In that moment she seemed far younger than she was.. so unjaded by the world so content just to be. How such a being could be untouched by the cruel reality of this world seemed like a rarity he was sure. One he only wished to protect, if he could. If that meant being a guardian of sorts... like he'd been to his own sister, he would do so without hesitation.
Her hazel wide eyes then fell back toward the businessman who seemed far less motivated to partake in such childish. He gestured for her to carry on, shaking his head his head in a firm no... He would not take part in this madness... but he was certainly not willing to allow her to lose out on her own fun. Such carefree games would forever seem to be deprived from his life and in all of his seriousness... he hardly missed it. Or did he? Perhaps that was a small hint of envy of the auburn haired woman before him. To be so carefree seemed nothing but a luxury he could not partake in. If he slipped... even a little.. he feared for that heavy cost it would take. It could not allow that steady tumble... after all..it had been his family's mistake. It would not be his own. Yet, it hardly stopped him from watching on... curious how one could get any sort of entertainment from hopping within the lines. That game.. seemed to end as quickly as it had begun. Was that it? Even if it was not.. she seemed entirely pleased with herself all the same!
"I am no expert.. but I think you are lying to me. I think you knew how to hopscotch all along." He gave her that businesslike near crushing look and yet... those words were.. almost.. softer than that usual grumpiness. As it would seem... his heart was not completely made of stone. "You wouldn't be lying to me would you?" He feigned that seriousness, that look that was usually reserved in the board room when he suspected foul play and yet how far from the truth it was.
The time passed quickly before Edgar arrived to pick up the strange pair.. He was hardly sure how they would be received arriving to an alpha's home unannounced. But he had little reason to doubt her, she seemed so confident in this... mysterious Were.
Now finding the place was proving to be more difficult that he originally thought. Relying on Abigail's questionable sense of direction was certainly an error that the dark-haired man should have foreseen. Yet Edgar was entirely patient with the jovial woman, in fact he was quite happy to see Oliver not doing another work-related affair. How rarely Oliver ever took time for himself, not when an empire so rested upon his shoulders. Thy must have driven around that same block for at least 20 minutes.... That he could hardly not help but question his own bloody sanity. "Are you sure... you know where we are going?" His words seemed to fall upon deaf ears when that outburst that she spotted something familiar! Didn't they already pass that house at least 3 times prior? None the less... at the very least.... They were here.
Oliver peered out the window studying that house.. "Stay close." Was all the Englishman said to his driver who seemed to know exactly what he wanted. With a curt nod goodbye both Abby and Oliver abandoned that car to walk up the pathway leading to the large home.
Without am ounce of hesitation the eager Abigail was quick to ring the doorbell.. that song rang, flooding into the large house. It was as though the woman was entirely oblivious to the danger she could have stepped into. Oliver then, rand a weary hand through his dark thick hair, unintentionally ruffling it up in the way he did when he was having a rough day. How many hours had passed since lunch? At least....there was finally progress and he would much rather prefer this over chasing after those dirty pigeons in the park.
The door was soon opened, a man he could only assume was Frost answering the door. Alpha seemed to radiate from him in waves and yet how oblivious Abby was to it all. Perhaps she knew something that he didn't. His presence was unusual.... Those features he possessed would be easy to pinpoint in a crowd. Yet... he could not help but notice... how snowy he appeared. Perhaps... he was an owl... or great white stage. He had never seen such light hair or purple eyes upon a soul within Sacrosanct before. He wondered if that had anything to do with the animal the man so harboured. But then again... how unlikely the pair that stood outside Frost's door. Between Oliver's sharp business attire and stern features and Abigail's sunshine bright summer dress and bubbly persona. Mix that with an alpha whose frosty appearance matched his very name! Surely Frost was... some kind of gang nickname.
"You must never ask a man how big his horns are.." The woman with an impossible amount of energy seemed to bounce around the other man in a manner she had done to him moments prior. She seemed to be fond of him. It was clear, judging by the look upon his face that the duos presence was clearly not expected. He was hardly sure of her judgement of character and yet he was not one to jump to conclusions in business nor in the assessment of people. How little he knew of the man... how little Abigail did too.. right?
"Besides miss Abigail, I thought he was an elephant.. and elephants have tusks." No he was neither elephant or moose.. he was.. something other.. He knew it.. he just couldn't quite place a finger on it.
The businessman looked upon the snowy white hair of a rather stern looking male with a pair of the most unusual eyes set within his distinguishable features. He hardly resembled anything like an elephant. But Oliver was certain... that he hardly looked like a polar bear... despite the colour of that hair.. and yet his presence.. seemed far bigger than he looked, perhaps that was something in which both the alpha and bear could agree upon. "I am afraid my friend here might have been wrong about you.." That English accent rang out matter of factly. He seemed neither like an elephant or a moose. That stern expression looked upon the tall alpha.. Oliver unwavering even within that all together loud alpha energy rolling off of him in waves. Perhaps.... They get straight to business.
"You already know miss Abigail. I believe you intend for her to join your pack?" His accented words are smooth as butter and yet, possessing notes of near suspicion. He studied the alpha carefully in an evaluating manner. Oliver wanting to cut through that veneer and get right to the meat of it.. After all, he was often one to cut straight through the bullshit. "I think it's about time we met.. I am Oliver." In a curt business fashion he outstretched his hand with the utmost confidence with clear anticipation of the other man to take it.