The End of the World

Under the pale moonlight that engulfed the beach, everything looked much more serene. The roar of the waves grew louder and then quieter in turn, the constant sound soothing despite its intensity. Though he longed for the bitter cold of the north, this was reminiscent enough of his past to keep him at peace. The company of another would only further lighten his mood -- though he found himself wondering if this woman, too, might end up being blind like two of the wolves he'd met so far. Not that there was anything wrong with that, and under the glint of the moonlight, it almost seemed like she might be..

But he was mistaken, he could quickly tell, as she moved to approach him slowly. From the gentle light above he could tell her eyes were not milky and sightless like Kalliope's and Salym's had been, but a shimmering bronze and gold, vibrant and full of life. Despite her movements, she seemed a bit hesitant, wary of his presence -- something that was not at all surprising to him. He knew he was far larger than most wolves, over a head taller than this new face in particular, and knew he could be quite intimidating at first sight.

His smile grew a bit at her greeting, though her demeanor shifted quite suddenly when she got a better look at him. Slowly his own expression would falter, a slight frown creasing his lips as she stopped mid-word to stare blankly at him. "A pleasure?" he'd questioningly finish her sentence, cocking his head to the side as he eyed her. Was she taken aback by his appearance? He could've scoffed, for he'd had this interaction one too many times here, but the night was pleasant and he'd try to remain calm even as she stared at him with a stony expression. In his own family, he'd certainly not been seen as strange; he'd been thought of as blessed, even, adorned with tusks somewhat similar to the antlers of the reindeer that fed them and gave them life. "Or is it not really a pleasure after all?"