Dread knows he should go see his father. Knows he should speak with him, man to man. Hell, he could show off the new scars, too. The scrubby, worrisome boy had grown up. Grown into a man. Grown into himself as ornery, possessive, a hardass. Grown into a shining example of what not to be, and he loves himself for it.

He'd put off stopping over in the Hallows for just a little longer. Cutting wide around the castle, not feeling particularly social. Not feeling social enough to put on a mask that makes him look socially acceptable, especially around the family he's been pushing back against for some time. Instead, he strolls south. Gait long and lazy, head high. Cocky. Relaxed. No need to wear a different face out here, expression hanging between a sneer and resting bitch face.

Lip lifting to show off his teeth as he catches the scent on the breeze. Ethne. The southern edge of the shore butts up against the pack, and curiosity brings him to that line. Sniffing carefully, pacing the imaginary edge between the two spaces. What had changed, in the weeks since he'd been down here last? Pacing, head low to the ground, predatory. A shark in the water.

Blackfoot

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[Didn't see a mention of time so assumed night, hope that's okay ;.; also hope you don't mind me joining.]

She loved the water, loved every single thing about it. Especially this spot, where the waves seemed to come to life at the slightest touch in the middle of the night. The dark she-wolf didn't swim out in any deep ends, no she simply walked along the shallows. Her paws stirring the bacteria to life, making light glow around her paws. A trail that seemed ethereal. Her gaze was low as she watched around her paws, though, if one saw her face they might think her perturbed for there was no smile there. No, she simply held her normal resting expression, the face that would have others think she was annoyed... despite it being quite the opposite.

She loved this spot. She loved the calm breeze. She loved the way the moon reflected off the light below and the gentle waves. It was peaceful and she was enjoying her freedom.

Although, she never let herself drift completely off as she scented someone on the breeze. She stopped briefly, looking around until she saw him a little ways away. However, she didn't approach and continued on her path, seafoam eyes watching him to see if he would make himself out to be a problem... or something else.

"Dialogue"

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You gotta be so cold to make it in this world