our dead drink the sea
10-17-2023, 01:56 PM
Morte had for sure taken a gamble. The wolf he'd found looked grumpy and sounded grumpy, but he was on the smaller side... at least, smaller than his salty companion. Surely that counted for something? Either way, Echo was in a bad way and there really wasn't a lot he could do by himself. He could really only hope Echo was exhausted enough not to be her usual self because a bird he might be, but he was intelligent enough to know that the troubles Echo found herself in were usually of her own making. "Morte!" Echo's voice filled with relief as she caught sight of her friend making his way back to her. "I thought you'd drowned!" Her voice croaked and her body sagged, the fear that had shot through her system dissipating and leaving her more tired than she already was. She thought she'd washed up here all alone... But that didn't mean she wanted the company of a complete stranger. As Morte circled above them Echo's ears and eyes were drawn to the approaching wolf and her face fell. A frown formed and she muttered a curse under her breath before responding in a clipped tone. "Unfortunately." An insulted caw cried out above them, but Echo ignored it in favour of almost telling this stranger she didn't need his help, only to stumble on her words the longer she looked at him. Did she still have salt in her eyes? Even half strewn across the sand she could tell he was smaller than her (impressive) but it wasn't that detail that had her doing a double take. Her nose scrunched up and her eyes squinted at him. "Are those real? Are you real?" Honestly, she had never seen a bigger set of gnashers in her life, and while she'd met her fair share of wolves with beautiful red pelts, his markings were like nothing she'd seen either. She looked up at her magpie, then out to sea, and then at the sand in front of her paws. "Am I dead?" A question whispered mostly at herself - perhaps he was was some little imp come to whisk her away to the afterlife? By the looks of him though, it was clear she wasn't about to go to the Good afterlife. Unsurprisingly, she was not entirely shocked at that revelation. "Speak." |
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