So this is the place they call the 'Love Islands'. Thoughts echo about as the woman sits upon the sand. A place of beauty and lust and yet currently it harbors a beast. One not fit for the love of another or for the darkness in the soul she harbors. Yet here she sits, the water pulling hungrily at her feet. With each tide it comes and tugs upon her, begging for her to come with it. Slate and ebon frame warms in the mid day sun as iced optics peer out into the vast waters. How long would it take for a wolf to drown? The thought is casual as optics flicker downward to rest upon her paws. She lifts one and drags it idly through the sand, watching everything move away in its wake.

Small minnows appear, swimming in the soft wake she makes and a cruel smile appears upon her face as she speeds up the travel of her limb. She crosses it in front of her and the minnow swims without fear. Suddenly her other paw lifts and comes down upon the tiny creature. She feels the tell tale crunch and futile thrash of the small fish struggling in its last moment. When it stills she lifts her paw and the it floats to the surface, broken body washing up onto the sand. Oh dear, I really was hoping that would be harder. Thoughts hiss as her brow furrows in annoyance, lifting the lifeless body onto a paw to examine it. Satisfied that it was dead she tosses it casually behind her, not taking a moment to acknowledge the life that was needlessly taken.

Kai was beginning to realize where his father's distaste for water came from. Brr! A shiver rattled through his spine as he finally breached the shoreline, quickly shaking his massive body to rid his coat of as much fur as possible. Water was sent flying in a million different directions, and he felt like he lost a small wolf's weight just from shaking out his coat.  He wasn't used to swimming, not at all, and yet his curiosity about this place hadn't been sated by mere observation. That was the sort of wolf Kai was, though - he wanted to throw himself in the midst of things, rather than observe from afar. He moved lazily across the sands, enjoying the feeling of the warm ground against the pads of his paws. Kai wasn't quite ready to venture inland yet, though he cast his gaze across the sparse vegetation that lay further from the ocean. A slight hop to his step - feeling significantly more cheerful now that he was no longer nearly engulfed in water - he charted a course down the beach. When the figure of another entered his vision, his spirits lifted even more considerably. He hadn't been aware that this place was inhabited. The scent told him it wasn't a pack, but perhaps merely a passerby? His eyes narrowed as his gaze fixated on her. She was a stranger, and significantly smaller than himself, though truthfully most wolves were. It was hard to tell what she was doing, though Kai's interest was definitely piqued. The yearling wore an easy smile as he aimed to close the distance between them. "Hello there!" He called out in his deep voice, finding his tail waving lightly behind him.

She felt him before she saw him, felt the presence of another. Her bodice stays facing the water as her crania turns to cast hues in his direction. In the time it took him to approach she studied him, analytical mind taking notes and gathering assumptions. He was large, but she could tell he was younger, his paws bigger than his body at the moment suggesting youth. Posture is cheerful as he trods along, a smile holding fast to his features. Scent offers that he is a loner, much like herself.

Hello there. Tail is wagging and his cheerfulness suffocates her. Looking to him for a moment she leaves an uncomfortable pause between speech. ”Hi.” Brow cocks as she gazes at the boy, greeting short and lacking infliction. The peace was nice while it lasted. Thoughts grunt as her limbs unfurl to lift her upon slate and cream pedestals. She stretches in a cat-like fashion, giving her coat a shake to free it of the little bits of sand that had clung to it. This time she notices that the boy seems to be soaked. ”Out for a swim I take it?”

Quill faces him now, openly sizing him up though he is larger than her. Size wasn’t everything and thus she wasn’t intimidated. When it came down to it though she doubted the stranger was looking for a fight, a boy enjoying childish happiness. The woman, normally so aggressive towards strangers, is oddly calm. Not quite sure what to do with him.

For a moment Kai found it strange that he'd found anyone here at all, but it made since - he'd been interested enough to come swim all the way out here, so it shouldn't be surprising that someone else had the same train of thought. He supposed though that he was surprised sometimes when wolves thought like he did, since the pawful of ones he had met thus far seemed quite different from him. Once he finally caught sight of the stranger and offered an approach, he noted she seemed.. taken aback, perhaps, by his demeanor. Or maybe something else was simply on her mind - he couldn't tell. A slight frown twisted his expression upside-down suddenly, but he let it fade quickly. There was little use in being unhappy in this life; his father had taught him the value of living in the moment. It did little good to dwell on the past, and made even less sense to worry too much about the future, since much of it couldn't be expected. He wouldn't spend too much time worrying about the stranger's attitude either. After a moment, though, it seemed as though she was more receptive to conversation.  "Indeed," he replied with a hearty chuckle. The deepness of his own voice, flecked very subtly with his father's native tongue, surprises him at times - wasn't he merely a child just yesterday?  "What about you? Did you fly here?" Slight amusement dances in his eyes as he examines her, noting she was dry, meaning she had been here longer than he had.

Voice was deep and had an odd accent woven around the speech as the boy responded. Laughter. Such an odd sound, one she hadn’t heard for many many moons now. Audits twitch in response, as if a static shock was produced by the sound of happiness. He then asks her his own question and she finds her cerulean hues rolling in automatic response. Quill can feel his eyes on her but she doesn’t stir, instead her own optics hope to hold the gaze of his. An open challenge and something frowned upon in wolf language.

”Rode in on a wave of hellfire sent from the devil himself.” Words are clipped and casual as she peers at him. An awkward moment of silence would most likely pass before the woman’s façade would split with a smirk, the closest thing to a smile that most would receive. Once more nostrils twitch in reminder that the man was a loner much like her but curiosity pricked at her pads greedily. ”So what brings you here boy? Searching for a pack?” The question is cast between them pointedly and she lowers the wall to let the flicker of interest and the promise of mischief dance in the cool depths of twin opticals.

Her mind travels briefly to the thought of a pack. She had yet to take one up here in these new lands but now that she had brought around the idea she wasn’t sure if she would. It couldn’t hurt to meet the packs of the areas but she doubted any would suit her. Doubted that any could handle her. In the environment with which she was raised she would only thrive within the structures of a pack that hated the weak and grew the strong. One that wasn’t afraid to thin the herd when necessary and take what they needed or wanted. A pack of the elite.

Though she didn't seem as entertained by his presence as he was by hers, he continued to smile nonetheless. Life was too short to refrain from smiling, and the expression came easily enough to him anyway. He was surprised by her direct stare, offering a slightly uncertain flick of his tail in response, his place slowing considerably as he veered closer to her. He had no intentions of bothering her, but it was hard to tell if her expression was irritated or simply a bit bemused. "Ah, that's quite the image," he quipped with another gentle bout of laughter, tail waving a bit more freely now. It seemed as though the stranger had succeeded in cheering herself up, at least, and his posture lightened a bit at her visible smirk. She followed it up with a question, and he shook his head in negation - perhaps a bit too quickly. "Definitely not," Kai answered easily, his voice betraying his disdain for that possibility. "I'm not much of a.. pack wolf, not really," he explained with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. To say he understood the appeal of a pack would be true, but his father had taught him the value of independence and freedom. And he highly doubted he would thrive under the rule of another. He'd enjoyed his freedom thus far, and had no interest in testing his luck otherwise. "What about you...?" His voice trailed off as he realized he hadn't asked her name yet, and his ears flicked atop his head as he pondered this stranger's demeanor. "I'm Kai, by the way."