Sea Legs
08-22-2019, 07:00 PM
To his relief, the pup was into the cave right on his heels, once the other wolf relaxed, realizing by his words that he meant no harm, Thoren turned to the pup to make sure she was alright. She lingered by the mouth of the cave for a bit before going into the center, greeting the other wolf as a friend. Perhaps this was who she had been looking for? His head cocked to the side at her childish innocence before he turned his gaze to Deity. Her words caused a grin to pull on his lips as he shook his head. “I don’t think it will.” He agreed. “I’m Thoren.” He offered, whether they gave names in return was…well that was up to them, he wouldn’t think differently of them if they chose to remain nameless. Thoren turned as another figure strode into the cave. Ears fell back as he stepped away from the tiger as he moved purposefully to the pup before plopping down. Ears pricked forward as the cat gave them all a steady glare. Thoren returned the gaze at first before he shook himself and turned to the mouth of the cave. Brow furrowing as he watched the storm rage outside. “Hopefully storm wont push water into cave.” He grumbled, more to himself than anything but he spoke loud enough for all to hear in the echoing cavern. Outside the wind tore at the sand, hail continued falling, the waves crashed viciously into the shore. He’d keep a steady eye on the weather, but for now- they were out of danger. "3/3 for navigation skills" Permission given to assume Dova follows Thoren NOTE: Thoren is extremely sensitive to light, he can see better at night than most wolves (not perfectly however). He also speaks with a heavy, Scandinavian accent. |