No One Knows What It's Like

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Head shot in the direction of the woman who called for her attention. "Oh, trust me I know." She spoke with a sly grin and a chuckle, "I suppose you're not bad yourself... Wolves where I come from all look like me." She looked around the beach to find that they were alone though she could smell a thick scent of a man on the girl who was slightly younger than herself. "I get that a lot if you can't tell."

Eyes danced over the dark fae, but she didn't spot any harm on her even old wounds. The scent of that man though... It reminded her of Angeal. The thickness, like the girl hadn't left the brute's side ever. But she would move her bright eyes to the woman's sapphires, "You're not the first to crawl from the ocean..." She noticed her dripping pelt, "Do you all come from some magic island?"