The massive brute padded along the sands at a leisurely pace, leaving large prints behind. These days he was thankful for the heavy winter coat he carried and the dark hues that soaked in what little sun could be found during such a dreary winter. Over the past season he’d kept to himself, after coming down with a cold he never thought would leave him. Once he’d recovered enough he’d set his sights south. Even if he didn’t find refuge perhaps he’d find warmth that couldn’t be found in the Northern continent.

With his illness he’d laid low, usually enjoying the center of attention he hadn’t wanted anyone peeking his runny nose. Having shed that unglamorous symptom he felt himself fit to return to society. Or something like that. The cold had an unnerving ability to renew the desire for contant. He wanted to feel the warmth and attention of another wolf.

Noir had to shake the cold thoughts from his head as he was reminded of the lonesome beach he’d forced himself on. The wind was harsh and pushed against him in its flurry of gusts. Sand and snow threatened to blind him if he didn’t shut his eyes quick enough. And yet he still wore an amused smirk, as though defiant to even mother nature herself. He’d enjoy his stroll on the beach icy winds or not.

It wasn’t her first time at the bifrost, but her adventures in this direction had been seldom and far between. She still had a lot to explore, a lot to experience. She wanted to find the wild grove again, and sit amongst its flowers. Or, perhaps this time she would go further into the Southern territory, and find a sight even more beautiful. That she might perch demurely amongst them and be admired by all that passed.

Setting her sights on the landbar, she made her way towards the beach. It wasn’t long before she realised she was not alone. She gasped at the sight of him, the tall boy with the most brilliant flecking of blues down his coat. He looked like a dream. How she loved the color blue! Not as much as red, of course, but it was a very close second. She perched her muzzle upwards, breathing in the scent of him, taking in the glossy tones of his brilliant coat. Her little horned star-colored cat clinging to the fur behind her ears, and pairing out over her forehead. “Oh! You're marvelous!” she applauded him with genuine admiration in her voice, as through his looks had been all his own doing. After all, she was accustomed to people stopping and staring as she walked by, admiring her and calling her out for the achievement of being beautiful.

"Speech"

Noir was ignoring the East like it didn’t exist, he’d been far too close to Theory and his family last season so he was eager to get as southward as possible. He didn’t allow them to dictate his life, but being in their presence was far from pleasant. If Noir could, he’d avoid them like a plague. His confident stride wasn’t interrupted even as he realized he wasn’t alone. Summer’s call echoed over the wind and his blue and lavender eyes swiftly shifted to the woman who was following him.

Her slender frame popped from the pale sand and her sweet voice reached his ears as she skipped towards him. Dual toned gaze obviously looking over him just as her voice made the fact obvious. He cocked a half grin as he stopped and turned around, just as eager to take her in. Too long had passed since he’d been admired, and he couldn’t ignore the beauty of the woman who found him either.

”I certainly am,” he chuckled and moved closer, massive dark paws sinking into the shimmering sand as he did so, a hungry expression playing on his features. He wondered how easy she might be to woo or convince to tag along. The days were long and lonely, and he craved attention and adoration. ”You’re one to talk.”

Haha! And he knew it too. Well, who wouldn’t “Mmmm” she said in open admiration as she started to walk a circle about him. Flicking her tail against his shoulder, his side, his rump, as she walked. As he moved closer to her, she stopped. Facing him head on, and looking over the light flecking of spots under his eyes. The ebony casing over his muzzle, the blues that dashed behind his ears. “Do you taste like blueberries?” she teased, her voice light laughter.

Without waiting for a reply, or permission, she leaned over, into his space. Breathing right over his nose, before reaching further yet, and licking below an ear. “Mmm, not blueberries, but still tasty” she praised him.

"Speech"

He needed and the girl would provide. He watched as her eyes played and roved over his form. Dual toned eyes searched him as her white toes danced in the sparkling sand, encircling his halted body. Her demeanor nearly promised to be more alluring than the words that formed on her lips. Noir only had the chance to lift a brow in question before she leaned forward. The blue striped brute wasn’t about to refute the closeness of a beautiful woman, and didn’t flinch as she tasted his char and sky fur and whispered her findings in his ear. Noir smirked amusedly.

”Are you sure you don’t want a whole bite, instead of only a taste?” He asked her while aiming to press his chest against hers. Blue and lavender eyes locked with the girl’s odd orange and blue gems as he breathed her in. ”I don’t think I could restrain myself so well.” Noir breathed suggestively as he tried to snake one massive arm around her delicate limb.