He stepped into the early morning sunrise, and picked his way along the bright-specked sand. As the first glints of amber began to dance across the waves, the man fell into the familiar routine of his stretches. Moving one paw forward, and leaning over it, moving another, and then picking up speed. Moving with the lithful grace of a dancer, he flowed through the motions of his warriors' dance. Snapping into striking cobra, and holding the painful pose for a long moment. relaxing into the long bearing of rearing tiger.

Motion, motion, and then stillness. Bringing himself back to his center of gravity, and leaning into the sunrise. Eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling and familiar routine of stretching his muscles, and the warm dance of sunlight that had began to break free of the horizon.

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Raijin really wasn’t much of a morning person. He liked to sleep in for a little bit, certainly not until the sun was high in the sky, but definitely not when it was just beginning to wake up itself. But, he’d promised his cousin he’d help with the bamboo again that day and he wanted to catch himself some breakfast beforehand. Fish sounded the best, so he’d hopped over to one of the islands he’d found had the best selection, but what he found wasn’t exactly a fish. Maybe it flopped around like one, but it certainly looked like a wolf.

He watched with a slightly bemused expression as the fire-kissed man seemed to be doing some kind of fancy stretches, taking notes oogling the way his body moved as he did so. He certainly seemed to have good form. Once he seemed to finish, Raijin moved forward with a chuff of greeting to announce his presence. “You have some fancy moves, care to teach me a few?” he asked with a friendly grin.

Talking, Talking in Italics means he's speaking Japanese

The sound of paw steps crunching upon sand caught his attention. An ear twitched into the direction of the wolf, and he lazily tilted his head, and opened his eyes. Enjoying the heat of the sun on his dark pelt.

The wolf that greeted him was one he had seen in passing, in fleeting glimpses as he made his way around the pack. His base tone was snowy, but his reds were richer then Laments, and his yellow gaze stood out among the tones. The Ademre inclined his head in greeting warm greetings his paw motioned lithely on the sand as he turned fully towards the other wolf.

“Mornings greetings to you. I’m Lament Pyre of the Ademre.” He introduced himself to the mostly-stranger. “I’d be happy to introduce you to my stretches, or did you have something more like a spar in mind?”

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