Where a God roams. [Derecho]

Someone was singing. The delicate girl dared come closer, lanky bodice slinking through the growing shadows. Night was her time, she was hidden and safe in the dark. The late night animals were about, and she somehow found them easier to catch. Not that she was all that successful. Rosy gaze would narrow, watching the wolf in the water. A big one, but mostly skin and bones- just like she was. Testing the air, it appeared that this one was male. The dying light caught the fibres of his pallid coat, and turned him to gold. Pretty.

As the light died, the water came to life. Swirling brilliance engulfed the male, slithering around his ankles. Slinking closer, the sand worked its way between her toes. Long shadows were cast down the beach, and she tried to stay near them. It felt safer, somehow. The young wolf maintained a fairly large distance, keeping an eye on the stranger. Why had he sang his song? He had sounded sad. Now, the way he was staring out at Boreas, she wondered why he was here. Obviously he wasn't interested in being here.