watercolor sunset

Since his encounter with the Egyptian temptress the male had lingered within the Dancefloor. Perhaps in hopes of seeing her again or maybe he was just too lazy to make his way home. The beast had found temporary residence within a den near the water made from natural rocky ledges. It was not the ideal location for the pale being, the daytime was disastrous to say the least. He had remained in hiding from the sun's sight until the sky was painted with the simple hues of the moons soon-to-be reign. Though, due to his nocturnal routine it was easy for the phantom to sleep up until that point and he would make the journey back to Erovrare that night.

As he made his appearance for the first time that day a scent filled his dappled nose. It seemed he was being greeted immediately with social interaction. He was mostly indifferent about the scenario due to the fact that he had time to kill until the sun fully went down. Plus, he needed to drink some water while he could. Thus, his eyes flicked around to observe his dimming surroundings. Mismatch eyes finally fell upon the culprit of the rather pleasing scent. A Wolf of tan coloration lapping at some water just upstream. Without much more waiting the heathen prowled in their direction. Head low and tail slightly erect due to his undying need to show dominance in any situation.

Soon the male was rather close to the other Wolf's location. Perking up ever so slightly and slowing his pad falls in order to stop at about seven tail lengths away. "Afternoon."  One baritone word hit the floor as he moved to stand at the bank of the water. His unique gaze then flicked downward to observe the slightly murky water before taking a sip. Hannibal lapped at the water with alert ears in order to gather her response above the sounds of splashing water. His tail tip flicked ever so slightly as he raised his head once again, liquid sputtering from his damp jowls.