Under the Wolf Moon

As evening claws its way forward, his patrol took him across the land bridge, and back towards Inu Island. Leaving behind the Shrine, and the quiet territory there. Especially considering its position as the packs footing in the mainland, it was a rather quiet territory. It had a somber feel to the land that he could not place, and the positioning of the Shrine itself set his fur up. He kept his patrols to its borderlands, and then made his way back to the islands again.

Ashen was perfect for the Ademe wolf, he liked to swim, and he enjoyed the strategic positioning of islands. Harder to sneak up on. You couldn’t send an army against them without them seeing it, and most predators didn’t bother with the swim, or the well guarded land bridges.

It was a strange hand of luck that brought him onto Inu just as the shape of something moving in the ocean caught his attention. It wasn’t far out from shore, and he stepped closer to the lapping wages, pairing out at the… was that a jaguar? Heading to the islands?

He growled softly, his face impassive but for the bared fangs, and he spaced his paws, waiting for it to land. It would easier to take it on steady ground.

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