Where We Start Again

It seemed a small gathering of two had decided to converge on the shimmering shore. It wasnt a party until Keetie arrived, the assured pad of her paws beating on the shifting surface of the shore line. It was good to stretch her legs, but the allure of new conversation was greater then exercise and training. She slowed her pace, and angled her path to collide with the two strangers. The beach was pale in the sunlight, a far cry to the life if had shown the night before. With the shimmering tones like starlight that had danced on ocean and sand alike. That just meant that Keetie was the greatest view around, she could work with that. The vain, Starlit figure deserved her reputation.

The scarred wolves looked like fighters, chewed up in a war machine and spat back out again. Too tough and sinewy for the jaws of death. Camping on the shore alone as they were gave her the vibe of castaways, but she showed no caution as she approached. Stopped a polite length from them and giving a slight flick of her tail in greetings. Her smile was self assured and cocky, a pleased twist of her mouth. "Good day to the both of you"