Firmity
This was the farthest the man had ever wandered from his birth place, or at least that’s what he figured. In truth he was so unfamiliar with anything beyond the eastern area of the continent he was more lost than anything else. Not that it bothered him too much, it was always an adventure for Hymn when he was out and about.
This place reminded him some of the mangroves of his home, this trees were more thick though, solid. He lounged along their roots, soaking in the heat of the summer sun as it beat down upon the shore line, the water was pulled back right now, low tide revealing sandy ground usually underwater.
Bright ceruleans watched the water for some time, birds wheeling above the glimmer surface, sometimes diving to catch a fish just under the waves. Slowly he had begun to nod off, the cool summer breeze stirring his fur gently. The large Destruction wove in and out of sleep, occasionally awoken by the calling of the gulls or a louder cresting wave. It was during a moment of bleary wakefulness that he finally became aware of the wolf moving through the water.
Slowly bringing himself to the present he watched for a moment, unsure he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing. But as the form made its way to shore it became clear he was indeed looking at another wolf. A sense of urgency filled Hymn and he shook the last vestiges of sleep from his frame, hopping off the tree’s roots and making his way towards the stranger.
As he drew closer the picture became clearer, the wolf in question was a woman; smaller than him though most were. As he drew closer he allowed a friendly smile to paint his face, and despite himself he couldn’t help the joke that fell from his lips. “That’s quite the swim.”
He stopped a little aways from the woman, she was no doubt tired and weakened and he didn’t want to scare her off by being too close. He lowered himself onto his stomach and dipped his head, looking to meet her eyes as he spoke again. “Are you alright?”
— hymn
'cause I can't be too loud
