Fill a need

The sound of a voice much closer than he had would have guessed made his ears perk and he turned his head toward the sound, his gaze landing on a large rock that was maybe half a dozen feet from where he was laying. He blinked with surprise and his gaze scanned around the rock briefly, a smirk pulling at his lips. "It certainly is," he replied with a deep, baritone chuckle. "Especially after a few days of travel." Even though he couldn't see whoever the voice was attached to, the voice was distinctly feminine so of course his attention was immediately pulled by it. It made him realize just how lost in his own thoughts and pondering for him to not notice her at all before now unless perhaps she had appeared in the time he had been in the water. Either way, he wondered if maybe his one unfulfilled need might have an answer after all.

He rolled to his feet, giving himself a quick shake to get rid of any sand that might have clung to his damp fur before he sauntered around behind the rock, finding the woman in question easily on the opposite side. She was tucked into the sand and was coated in warm, caramel hues accented with white, a delicate little thing that he felt certain he could lift with one paw if he tried. It wasn't until he came to settle near her that he caught her striking emerald gaze that was framed with interesting markings that he really got the fur scope of her beauty. "Well, the pretty voice has a pretty face to match it seems," he said with a roguish grin as he settled on his stomach, leaning a bit onto his side and keeping himself propped up on his elbow. She had hints of the pack he had skirted around mixed on her pelt, but that didn't really phase him.

"I hope you don't mind a bit of intrusion into your solitude," he mentioned, giving her a curious glance before looking back out at the ocean and the approaching sunset. He never really knew what to expect when he approached a new fae. She did seem pretty young, but that certainly hadn't stopped him or the faes he had been with before. Of course it was also difficult to tell if she looked young simply because of her size or if she was genuinely as young as she looked. He tended to let the fae he was interested in guide the way things went anyway so he settled in to see how things went.

"Rûga Amanto"