beach day beach day

The flame-and-gold kissed bitch patrolled along the shore of the small, tropical island in the archipelago. It was easy to get to from the mainland, likely the easiest of the pack's lands, so the most likely to have incursions. Even wolves aside, there was no reason to assume that other large land predators couldn't - or wouldn't - make the crossing there, and there were large aquatic predators like crocodiles that would be a risk to the pack as well. So Inferno kept alert, her well-polished, brass-studded mahogany leather armor in place despite the summer heat and sand, as she made her way around the shoreline. Brass-plated claws occasionally clicked against a shell buried in the sand, but she ignored it. It would take more than that to dull the sharp steel. But she did tilt her head slightly, eyes and ears flicking towards the sudden sound of another wolf. Her nose twitched, then she relaxed from her faintly combative stance as the scent of a packmate reached her.