Cerulean Cape wave-wracked and wanton

There was no sign that any had spotted her, at first, until a grey male approached looking almost as lost as she herself did. What struck her first was the way one side of his face seemed rather torn up, especially over his eye - in fact, it seemed he no longer had that eye. What battle had caused this, she was unaware, but even so her gaze washed over the wound briefly. She had no wish to be the cause of any uncomfortableness. He spoke, a half-assed hello, but she responded with a small smile in hopes of not seeming rude. "Hey." The wintry fae responded, wondering if she might be able to strike a conversation so she'd appear less lonely here. But at that moment, a howl rose on the wind and her attention was momentarily captured.

When her gaze returned back to the male, there was another presence ahead of her - Seelie. Fae's smile grew wider, and she ducked into a play bow in front of the inky-furred girl, tail wiggling behind her. She noted the disappearance of the other wolf, that scarred boy, and made a mental note to maybe see if she could find him again at some point to talk. He was curious. Then her attention was returned to Seelie. No, she didn't often celebrate like this, she had never really been interested in playing like this, but this was someone familiar. There was something about the way her excitement showed at Faeryn's appearance here that made her feel a warm spark of joy. "It's good to see you," She murmered with a glint in her blue eyes. Maybe she did belong here after all.

After a moment, a small reunion with the sheepdog, she found herself gathering with the hunters. There was talk of sea-lions, and while she'd never heard of them her interest was undeniably piqued.

Tonight... she could relax. This would be fun, she was certain.