gone fishin'

It was unusual for Rhazien to leave his brood of Saxe yearlings for longer than a few hours… but given how much territory they needed to cover, some days he found it easier for them to split up. They were all in pursuit of one wolf in particular, along with getting to know this new continent. Splitting up increased their chances of finding him, and it also gave the kids more independence… which was something he knew they wanted.

This is why Rhazien lingered off alone into the neighboring territory, where the grassy plains tapered off into an ocean side filled with cypress trees. This beach wasn’t the picture-perfect scenery he was expecting- the sky was consumed with rain clouds rumbling in the distance, and the water was murky. A thin mist shrouded the beach, adding to the eerie aura… which he found delightful.

After descending down a dune, Rhazien finally felt the chill of wet sand squish between his toes. A snort left his nostrils, and he started trailing along the shoreline, not looking for anything in particular. Until he saw her. Her silhouette appeared along the horizon, earthen colors contrasting against the grey backdrop. She was wading out into the water, nosing the surface in search of something, he assumed. Why else would she be out in that freezing water?

Rolling his shoulders forward and puffing out his coat, Rhazien sauntered towards the girl until he was standing at the water's edge in her vicinity. “Well... hello there, little lady.” He called out to her, wanting her to turn and set her eyes on the beast lingering just out of reach. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here in the cold, all wet and alone?” He couldn’t help but trail the curvature of her body with his eyes, as he flashed her a sly, devilish smirk. His comment was meant to be flirtatious, though the look in his eyes revealed more sinister intentions.

"Speech"