Force of a Hurricane

Maelstrom’s eyes shifted away from the murky surroundings as he caught the sounds of another wolf squelching through the mud. His head turned and he laid eyes on a female. She was made of earthen russets, and marked with silver to white… or that’s what he was guessing… Right now, like him, she was caked in mud, so she could have had more markings under that slop. She hadn’t noticed him yet, which gave him the chance to observe her more. Her eyes were mismatched, blue and gold.

And then those eyes looked up, clearly caught by something in his direction. Oh, right. His blue markings. She looked rather… startled – something he was used to – so he threw on his usual genuine easy smile, wagging his tail slowly trying to assure her that he was friendly. Either it worked, or she sensed no threat from him… or she was just a friendly wolf in general, because she stopped staring and smiled, chirping out a greeting, and enquiring as to his reason for being out here when evening was falling.

A nice voice, and a pretty girl, and he smiled more, chuckling, before he answered smoothly, educated accent and deep voice as easy as his smile, and as friendly as her own voice had been, if less chirpy. “Trying to get out of this swamp before night fall. I’ve just arrived recently on this continent from the southern land, Auster. What about you? I’m Taliesin, but most call me Maelstrom.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think