Creak, crack, crunch

The other wolf rose at his approach, and dipped his head in greeting. He noted the cracking voice with interest, before taking in the other wolf's appearance more carefully. He was looking a little worse for wear. He didn’t looked soaked, so he couldn’t have washed ashore on the beach. “I’m Mercury - I’ve been staying in the caves just back there” he said, pointing behind him at the cliff side the Armada owned. “Walking this beach is my daily routine” he explained, his voice soft and friendly as he looked back at the stranger.

“What brings you here? Have you come from further North?” He asked. The rough terrain that lay in that direction would explain this wolf's condition if that was so. He wished to offer aid, but didn’t want to scare the wolf away. So he moved around the topic carefully, warming his way up to it.

Ooc: Let me know if assuming he’s worse for wear is a wrong pp and i’ll change <3


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