As The Storm Rages

The air carried a bitter chill as the storm raged over the horizon, its thunder so loud Hattori flicked his ears back in a show of distaste. He frequented Obsidian Beach often, it was a short walk from Ashen's borders and usually granted a sense of peace and quiet which was hard to find in Boreas. It often felt as though no matter where he looked there was always a stranger waiting in the wings, hoping to make small talk with a man who simply did not care for such things. But he supposed it wasn't their fault, wolves were inherently social creatures and thus likely making him an exception to the general rule of thumb.

Padding further down the beach, the orange of his back paws earned a light dusting of black sand, blending in well with the splodgy nature of his koi-wolf coat. He stared down at the waves as they rolled in, furling in on themselves as they grew too large for the sea's momentum to maintain. The wind swept across the sand, blowing horizontally and foisting a new scent upon Hattori's senses, he could not see the wolf from where he stood but he could certainly smell them. She was close...and if he had to hazard a guess she was taking shelter beneath the only piece of driftwood to be found on the beach. An unwelcome furnishing that ruined the otherwise blank slate of obsidian.

His gaze was blank and steely as he watched the gnarled wood, only just able to make out the tan of her coat from where he stood.

"If you seek shelter move further in land. The tide will come in soon." And a flimsy bit of wood wouldn't protect her from that.