Glistening Sands

The scent of a stranger made him instantly wary. Golden-orange-hued eyes scanned the surroundings, before easily coming across a male nearly as bright as snow. He'd never seen a pelt so light before, and wondered how on Earth such a man could survive any season that wasn't winter or autumn without help. His pack probably hates looking after him during warmer seasons, he thought. Assuming he even belonged to a pack.

'You smell like fresh meat.' The hell did that even mean? That he was new or something? 'What brings you so close to packlands?' “Am I not allowed to admire the view?” the sarcasm was strong and obvious in his tone. He never kept his eyes off the male, despite the respectable distance.

He couldn't admire the view now that he was busy watching the other guy, but it allowed him to take in more details. Another peculiar thing; he had eyes that were two different colors. Rayios had never in this short life seen that before. It was mildly interesting, but he'd still much rather admire the glistening sands below.