Iktome Plains Coastal Wolves

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ysengrin brings himself to hum a small tune as he approaches the figure. he does not pause his steps in the slightest, not even when the figure picks itself up and draw closer to him. he sees now, he sees the girlish sway of her hips and the frame that speaks a thousand words, sees that she is female and female can be and he offers a cherubic grin.

his voice rings out clear - not deep, yet not as high as a true girl - lilting, melodic. his speech-rhythm is a gentle one unlike him [for he is a sleeping serpent] and he blinks once, twice, as they finally meet, his gaze wondering about her form until he is satisfied he has marked everything he sees. her scent is sweet, mixed with that of the male and female he had met earlier; ysen smiles again and sweeps himself into a playful bow.

"the land that is dry sand and gold dust, the land-across-time with the ones with blue-upon-blue eyes. i thought to come here and see it. and you?"

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