Crash Upon The Rocks

The wolf that came into her sight was large, maybe almost as large as her father or Red. He was swathed in greys, and though reddish markings decorated his face, her eyes fastened on the tusks protruding from beneath his lips. It was the first time for seeing tusks, but given her own long canines, and the wolves she’d seen that shared her trait, her gaze was only brief before it flicked up to the bright silver eyes.

At his question, a grim smile flickered onto her features, barely reaching the gradated sapphire to sky blue gaze. She truly did not feel like smiling at all. Quite the opposite. But training held firm over emotions. In times like these, weakness was not to be shown to strangers, especially those that smelled of another pack. The fact that it was Winterfell, a pack she had every intention of allying with if possible, held no sway in this moment. Until she’d obtained that alliance, she couldn’t take risks.

Her posture had straightened to it’s natural, elegant poise before he’d come around the bend, despite the fire in her breast that begged to be let free, and she stepped away from the pulsing surf stroking the ash-laden sand, eyes flicking out to sea as she finally answered, “The last time I was here, a whale had been washed ashore and died here. It fed my people for a long while. I’d hoped that, perhaps, bounty might be found from the sea that wasn’t tainted by the volcano’s eruption. And perhaps it will, but not today.”

To her training’s credit, not one quiver was found in the lilting, gentle voice. She didn’t feel steady. She felt as though her world had tipped on its axis so sharply her paws were floundering on air. She’d known it was coming. Been preparing herself. She’d thought she was prepared. It didn’t make it any easier to bear.

Aelloshir eyed the male as he moved to his charge’s side, just barely brushing the wet, white fur with his inky black coat. A silent, subtle encouragement to keep it together. He knew his charge well after so long at her side. There was nothing he could do for her now other than stand beside her as he always had. Later, when she was alone, he would do what he could to bolster her.

The shimmering wolf flicked her long-haired tail slightly as she studied the man. “What brings you here, yourself?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think