hands around my throat

Soft steps approached as he stood idle, tracking the gradual climb of the sun into the sky. Once the day started, the island would be far noisier. Manea's first litter were old enough not to be too raucous, but they certainly weren't inclined to silence either. It felt nice to sit and soak up the peace and quiet for a while, take stock of the gentle ambiance before it was gone. Even the early morning birds weren't quite up to their usual volume at this hour, sleepy chirping and trilling came in intermittent bursts from the trees behind him. With a heaving sigh that shuddered its way from his ribcage, the titan turned to the mysterious wolf who had joined him for the sunrise. Her pale form came as a shock, most of the inhabitants of the island were rather dark hued amidst the riotous colours. The beast blinked at her for a moment, taking note of the dainty horns atop her crown and the eerie eyes, matched with a luxurious coat. She was young, but she would soon blossom into a stunning creature.

"You must be one of Manea's guests." he grunted, pivoting on a heel to turn towards her. Blessed Ancients, she was tiny. A waifish young thing, all slender limbs and sweeping lines. "What's your name?" the harsh rumble of his vocals was partly from disuse, partly from the sheer depth of timbre. The scents that clung to her alabaster pelt were unfamiliar, but the number of mingling musks spoke of a pack wolf. A visiting dignitary brought along their child, perhaps? These were hardly matters that he spent any time thinking about, so really he couldn't do much aside from guess.