Home Is Not Here

The ebony and snow white male trotted through the cove. The smell of fresh salt water brought some tears to his eyes as it had begun to spit some of the mist into his gold colored orbs. His tail moved from side to side as he listened to any sounds, or signs of movement. That was when he had soon caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a shadow, standing in front of a jetty. He approached cautiously, and soon, to his dismay, it was a female. It had been a year since he had any contact with a female wolf, and maybe he would be able to speak with him.

"Excuse me, but, who are you, and why are you out here alone?" He asked as he showed his form into a somewhat dismissive gesture. He did not like to fight, especially if his opponent would happen to be a femme. His gold orbs focused on the she-wolf's pelt. It had appeared she had seemed a bit in her life, and everything he had known about females, were not probably gone. He bowed his head respectfully and gave her some space.

"My name is Klypso, and I am a loner, and I have been that while for a year now. Was this where your pack was located?" He asked, but he knew that she may not be happy to talk to him with that, and he tried his best to give her space and not dig into anymore questions. The wind began to pick up as the mist of that water began to whip around his pelt. Salt was something he hadn't known in a long time, and he had not spelled it in a while either. He lifted his paw slightly and sat down next to the female, giving her space as he watched the ocean smack into rocks and other things that bundled up here on the cove.