I Don't Speak Whale
10-19-2015, 10:28 PM
With Threar gone and their scent quickly fading from the lands, Esarosa would explore their abandoned territory, wondering what she'd come across. Had anyone stayed behind, or had all of the wolves dispersed? She had hoped to visit this place when it was bustling with the residents of the pack, but now that was no longer a possibility. Briefly she wondered how this had happened, who had disbanded this warm-hearted pack, but even if she knew, there was nothing she could do about it and it would only make her angry. She was sure she'd catch news of it through her travels eventually. Sighing, she tilted her nose to the winds, finding little but the scent of salt water. The ocean. She supposed she would go to see the shore on her own, though she'd hoped to see the waves with Miksa. Alas, it seemed that wouldn't be happening. The ebony she-wolf trotted in the direction of the humid, salty air, her ears soon picking up the sound of moving water. Esa left the cover of the woods, her paws carrying her nimbly over the rocks as she headed toward the bay. She could see the water, the waves relatively tame right now. As her paws reached the sands of the beach, she spotted a wolf by the water. Following the large female's gaze, Esa noticed massive, smooth shapes moving up out of the water, large flippers raising up before coming down to slap the water hard. Interested, the young woman made her way to the water, her paws touching the edges of the waves as the lapped gently against the sand. Then she looked to the other wolf, tilting her head. "What are those things?" she asked curiously, "Have you ever seen them before?" She hoped the woman knew what they were, so her curiosity would be sated. If this lady had been a part of Threar, and this place her home, surely she must know. But perhaps she was from elsewhere, just visiting. |