Action "Speech" Thought Well wasn't this an adventure. Coffin hadn't expected to find himself here. How had he gotten here? Did it matter? Did he care? The dark-hued wolf retained a lazy air of apathy. He knew where he was and he could move as he wished and he found that particularly delightful. He only wished to explore further, to see more, to gain experience and to cure the ever-gnawing boredom that gripped him relentlessly. And a cure he achieved, discovering and sauntering towards the azure lake that dripped with moonlight and sparkled with miniscule specks of golden glow. Truly, it was astonishing. The crystalline liquid was devoid of any unsavoury brine; the air was crisp and clean. Fireflies populated the area like tiny stars comimg to say hello. As the light of the moon brightened his optics and accented his black fur, his paws propelled him closer to the shore, his senses tuned to everything around him. The beauty of the lake and the tranquillity of the surrounding atmosphere were inarguably enticing, and that is why Coffin would find his lithe body stalking deeper into this mesmerizing scene with poise.

Seasons had passed since the last time she'd been to the lake. It was a charming little place and even though she tended to be a one and done traveler Kanja was making an exception. She'd circled back to the lake, determined to get one last night among the fireflies before she flitted off in search of other breathtaking haunts. She sat at the edge of the lake and watched the fireflies dance across its pristine surface. The tranquility she found here somehow managed to soothe her quarrelsome spirit. Pawsteps brought her out of her reverie. Kanja cast a glance over her shoulder in the direction of the noise and immediately zeroed in on the approaching male. Her gaze roved over him lazily, her expression languid and deliberately unimpressed for no other reason than that she didn't feel like giving him the satisfaction of being checked out. After deciding she could take him in a fight, Kanja quirked a brow at him, her expression quite clear: whatcha gonna do, pretty boy? She didn't care if he joined her or went on his way, but this particular spot was hers and she was going to own in. No way she was leaving. "Speaking" - "Thinking"