It's our fokken island now.

Lingering around the shores of The Polar Sound with Rhazien, Azoula was discussing the recent events in Saffron with the brute. She knew him well, having grown up alongside him- though, she was always one step beneath him and his family, being their Sidi handler. Often she spoke to him formally, unable to morph into casual conversation. But she enjoyed his company, nonetheless- even if she got pervert vibes from him.

Reaching the western portion of the beach, Azoula caught the silhouette of a crimson frame in her peripheral vision. A large male she’d seen at the pack meeting, stalking along the shore before slowly entering the shallows. Was he swimming to the island in those frigid, treacherous waters? Interested, given she was a navigator herself. Azoula looked towards Rhazien, who also seemed intrigued. Together, they walked over to Aresenn, answering his call. How did he plan to navigate this she wondered?

With Rhazien’s OK, she slipped into the frigid waters- pelt bristling out of reflex, moving out towards Aresenn until she couldn’t feel the bottom anymore. Water was starting to splash over her head, her muscles quivering from the cold. Looking towards Aresenn, she gave him a look of what the hell now?

”Speech”