Pietro normally started the day by waking up in the afternoon, lying in bed all morning and doing nothing but eat breakfast and annoy his sister. This island had become so very boring; it seemed all the women were married or had babies or were pregnant and that was very much not his type. He took every door as an opportunity to party and find some beautiful girl to dance the night away with in a hot club with a drink in his hand and her on the other. Mornings weren't normally anything he wanted to take part in.
That was until he saw a vision with long dark hair that shone like the sun when he was glancing out the window. She had wolves and seemed to be exercising them properly, at least. He liked her piercing eyes. Pietro grinned and pulled on his running shoes, dashing out the door.
Of course he caught up to her quickly. "Hey pretty lady!" he called, stopping five feet in front of her path.