Creative Intent

The Morningstar's ears flicked at the faint sound of approaching steps, though his focus remained on the clay in his paws. He was used to the natural noises of the beach - the waves, gulls, and occasional scuttling crab - but this sound carried the rhythm of a wolf walking with purpose. A visitor? Out here?

He set the clay down gently, lifting his cyan gaze toward the stranger that had appeared from the twilight shadows. The young wolf - no, not quite a pup but not yet an adult - had an air of quiet authority about him, his dark coat and interesting mutations illuminated faintly by the fire's glow. In Judila, mutations were considered a blessing from the Gods themselves, and this wolf seemed to be covered in them. Oath dipped his muzzle naturally in respect.

"Good evening," Oath greeted, his voice calm but with an edge of curiosity. He shifted slightly where he sat, gesturing toward the fire to invite the younger wolf to enjoy it with him if they cared to. "You've come far to find this little corner of the coast. What brings you out here?"

Although Oath was cautious, he had a positive feeling about the stranger. He decided to continue his work, molding the clay into two bowl shapes of the same size and pressing pieces of the sea glass into each one, working patiently not to ruin the mold as he decorated every side of the bowls.