Return of a Stranger
09-13-2016, 05:55 PM
The oceans within his eyes were as active as the crashing waves the echoed along the cliffs of Cathedral Point, searching each ice pillar for imperfection though he only found incredible works of art in each one. They reflected his image as he walked around them and listened to the tide, so he found it entertaining to walk through denser collections of them and witness the distorted version of himself in each one.
He'd been so absorbed in admiring the uniqueness of his surroundings that he didn't see the pale figure lying on the ice at first, though she was still several yards away. When he spotted her finally, he paused for a moment to process what exactly he was looking at. She couldn't be sleeping, she was out in the open.. exposed and vulnerable, no wolf would ever betray their survival instincts and leave themselves in danger like that, would they? She had to be in trouble, or dead. He was downwind and too far away to really tell if she was breathing, though part of him wondered if he should investigate or keep moving and studies without any distraction.
As if in protest, a strong gust of wind shook his pelt and chilled his skin, surely carrying his scent downwind to the fallen wolf. She would be aware of his presence soon enough, and well.. he was interested in what it was she was doing just lying there like that, interested enough to trot forward on splayed toes to discover what it was.
The front of his cheeks bellowed with a slight chuff as he announced his presence, "Hello, can you hear me? Are you alright?" Despite his tall stature, his voice was low but not unusually so; his articulation rather smooth and modulated.
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