Blackbeak Bluff and i whisper "my wife,"

iliksis turned back from the dull setting of orange that hung above glimmering waves; at first he had thought buffalo had come alongside him, cleaned of the blood that constantly gouted his features. yet it was not buffalo; visibly, iliksis' muzzle lifted as he glanced from the newcomer to his much more familiar (and much more bloodied) companion.

he sought the sea-blue of her eyes, and a thin tongue pressed across his hungry muzzle. in silence the wraith pressed towards her, rolling in the insidious manner of a fast approaching fog.