He was shuffling near the back of the cliffs, trying to find a cave that was large enough to hold his massive frame. There had been rain the last few days, and he didn't really like getting soaked. Because of his strange mix of both wolf and dog fur, he really wasn't that fluffy. Most of his body sported thin hair, the pinkness of his skin shining through. His belly was practically bald for goodness sake, he needed a dry place to rest. He was about to give up when a call sounded out for him. Astrea. He knew her voice well by now. Since their first visit she had been coming to these cliffs often, which he quickly made his home for now. Her voice sounded distressed though, which made it very easy to gallop over to where she had called. Concern glimmered bright in his chocolate eyes, and he heard her whine as he skidded to a stop before her. The long wolf fur on his neck stood on end, a rumble of a growl sounded in his throat. He glanced around before quickly circling her, looking for any injuries. It had been a few days since he had seen her, and he had to admit that he missed his starry goddess. Once he was satisfied that she was not hurt and there was no angry bear chasing after her, the large beast came to rest in front of her. His brows knit together as he leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek, obviously concerned for the gal. "What's wrong, Astrea?" he asked, his usual pause drawing on before he spoke.
Seerten was not a wolf that liked to fight, at all. Like at all. He would prefer to talk it out than to draw blood, but for some reason he felt the rare bite of anger nipping at his belly. If anyone had harmed her... well then he would have to seriously think about tossing rocks at someone. He searched her face, letting out a soft sigh. Glancing up at the sky slightly, he knew that it wasn't because it was a cloudy night. Last time it was cloudy though, they had had fun trying to spot any glimmer of a star shining through them. And that's when he picked up the slight scent of the ocean. Blinking, Seerten's head cocked towards the left. An ocean? He had thought that she lived on a volcano, so why did she smell like the salty ocean? Hmm, strange. But he bit back that question, his nose picking up the scent of more wolves. Slowly he rose to his paws, standing in front of Astrea as his larger frame nearly swallowed her form behind her. Lips curled back into a snarl, although his eyes were alert as he looked at the crest of the mount. There were others coming, and if they were here for Astrea, they better be prepared to handle his well worded argument on why they shouldn't.
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