A world of wolves, and wanders

The titan had deigned wander northwards, pace lackadaisical at best. Broad paws struck the earth without fear of repercussion. Cranium low slung, the deity's two toned gaze locked upon an island near the land bridge. Perhaps that would offer something to hold their interest today. Agria had fled the area, and was nowhere to be found. Rest assured, once the beast found her, she would know wrath. After her pitiful displays of simpering indignation, she had dared abandon them?

Powerful strokes through the water brought them across the small reef, fish darting away from their sweeping claws. The sandbar caught in their talons soon enough, and the sandy goliath pulled their form from the briny sea. Water dripped steadily from their pelt, and they shook vigorously to free themself of the worst of it. There was something to be said for a good swim in the late morning. Invigorating. The scent of another tickled their nostrils, and the beast quirked a brow, intrigued.

Prowling forth, a lone male was spotted peering at his reflection in the brook. A plain thing, decidedly. From behind, the view wasn't so bad. For a mortal, of course. There could be no comparisons to divinity. Taking a few steps closer, the beast raised their broad skull to look down their snout at him. "Seeking answers beneath the water?" They questioned humorously, a dry smile toying upon ebon lips.