Closer to Home

She was within the jungle when she heard the male's call, close enough to the shore for the waves to clearly be heard. It was something that the alpha was quickly learning to tie in with the feeling of home - the sound of crashing waves, and the smell of the sea's spray. It was calming, lulling in a way that tempted her to lay down her head and rest. Yet as soon as the howl was heard she would rise, responding to the other with a quick returning howl of her own. It would take a minute or two for her to reach him - and all thoughts of sleep left her mind as of that moment. She could rest when she was dead.



Stepping away from the treeline and onto the sandy shore, she would be greeted by the dripping wet form of a brute she hadn't met before. He was an interesting brute, with ashen fur and black paws. She would step toward him, leaving a comfortable distance between the two of them, before speaking. "I see you made it over the water well enough." A tiny smirk would pull on her kissers, before she would give him a nod to greet him. "What brings you to Nephilim Island?" She didn't necessarily want the island discovered by newcomers so soon, but he bore no resemblance or scent that could align himself with Glaciem and so chasing him off did not cross her mind for the time being.