Shoot me down

In the early morning the crimson-striped male stretched out in the bit of space he'd used as a den for the night. In his travels he'd happened across an island; naturally his curiosity took over and he swam to it for the night. He'd always been a rather good swimmer ? it was one of the few skills he took pride in. Some wolves he knew of could barely keep afloat. After he took a moment to stretch out, he worked to continue grooming his coat as he'd done the night before; the salt water certainly hadn't been too friendly to it, and now that his fur had dried out, the salt crystals that lingered made his skin itch something terrible.

Ears stood high as a scent filled his nose far different than the salty air that surrounded the place. A female wolf wasn't far off, and as he stood and shook off a bit, he took the short trip down to the shoreline and spotted her almost immediately. She didn't strike him as anything extraordinary, a plain brown pelt not much too look at in his mind ? though he supposed he had no right to judge anyone on the color of their coat, given the fact that nearly everyone judged him based on his own unique look.

With a yawn he trotted down into the sandy shoreline, keeping a distance from the woman. She woke and began to wander a bit; he assumed she had yet to see him. That suited him just fine, and he took to attempting to fish in the waters that encased the island. He'd grown up a fine tracker, but fishing was sadly not one of his specialties. The way the light refracted the image confused him and he often missed his target. Still, he was slightly hungry and in the mood for a snack, and fish seemed to be in abundance here.

OOC: Sorry for the wait.