Kicking Up Seaspray

Arayne drew her head back at the male's words, expression a mixture of fear and confusion. Well. Somebody didn't like the beach. She sniffed, affronted, as he rudely demanded to know what pack she was in. "I have no pack." she said, lifting her head and tail proudly. "I go where I please, when I please." Come to think of it, he had no pack scent either. Or maybe he did, and she just didn't recognize it. She had yet to meet any wolves in a pack, aside from that batshit 'empress' Cattina.