Drake

The swim from his chosen location upon the mainland beach of the South was an easy one. The dawning of the sun made the waters calm, making it easier for him to swim. It did not take him very long to reach the other side, the chaos he witnessed startled him. He did not realize how much damage the passing storm had done, for the male had been hidden deep within his cave home. He shook out his wet fur, his coat sticking out in all directions in spikes as he slowly walked along the beach. Was this where Valhalla had moved? Or was it a different island...? He was lost, both in direction and in mind. He wasn't sure why exactly he came here, but Valhalla he had promised himself to remain close to Liberty's home pack...Liberty...would she ever come back? Did Valhalla even miss her or care? He huffed, pushing her to the back of his mind. She left, claimed, but it seemed she never bothered to make an effort to return. Why should he still care? He put himself in her presence, offered his loyalty and company so she wouldn't be alone, she had asked him to stay by her side...and she left him. His heart ached, but he could do nothing but to try and forget. So he wandered along the beach, aqua gaze glancing at the tree line, wondering if there was anything in there.. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

She had been sitting upon a boulder looking out to the sea since that day the storm hit them hard. It had been crazy, incredibly interesting yet incredibly dangerous. Never before had Seraphine seen such damage done, to see such a... thing form out over the waters. It made her realize that danger could come from anywhere without notice, and being here on the island was a risky move, they were so vulnerable. Lives could have been lost, and if not this time then next time. They had to be careful, think of a plan for if it happened again. Would that even happen? Would Chrysanthe come up with something they could do to avoid injuries, like maybe ending the children and eldest off the island immediately for cover. Something in the distance would bring the yearling out of her thoughts, eyes narrowing on what looked like a wolf crossing the waters heading towards the island. Head would rise, mind working to remember if she recalled seeing this figure among her pack mates at any meetings or the move... but was coming up with nothing. 'Trespasser...' She inwardly growled, debating whether she should alert somebody not injured to come escort the wolf off. With a flick of her ear though she was off, heading towards the wolf. Seraphine would move through the trees a good distance from the beach, having figured out a few small paths during her times of hunting. Around she would go, a semi-circle around where the wolf was going. Within moments she would break trough the treeline behind the trespasser, holding her head up, giving a bark. ?You are walking on claimed land wolf, do you realize a pack lives here?? She would question, her voice not aggressive nor friendly. Her gaze stern, demanding a good explanation for him being here. "normal. talk. think. you.

The males thoughts were deep, he lost within them. He had not noticed the one watching him, even less so when she came up behind him. Her voice startled the male, causing first ears to lie back in the direction of the voice before his body followed suit. Aqua gaze fell on someone he had never met before, vastly different then others he had come across. She had patches of fur missing, half an ear gone. Even her tail seemed to be gone...what had happened to her? He stood where he was, a small kind smile upon his face, though his eyes failed to hide the sadness he had been feeling for sometime now. "Apologies for trespassin' Miss, I didn't know..." He would frown slightly, unsure of what to say exactly what he was looking for...was he really just looking for Valhalla? He supposed that was one reason. After all, before they had relocated the Alphess had welcomed him as a friend of Valhalla. He was an ally, albeit a rogue, but still an ally. Still...was it someone else he sought? Sometimes he thought so...maybe someone to talk to, who understood what he was going through? Even that he wasn't sure. Thoughts raced through his mind, unable to figure out what to tell apart from what. Finally, shaking his head clear, he spoke again. Australian accent apparent as ever. "You're of Valhalla, yes? How is the pack after...y'know..." Yes, he was talking about the war. The one that was as pointless as a war could be. It was then he noticed something else about her, wrapped on her leg. Was that from the war? Did she fight? Maybe worse things did happen, more then he imagined... "Speech"