Dragoncrest Cliffs Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you

For a time he was alone with the rush of the ocean and his thoughts. He pressed his paws forward in the sand until his thin forearms were covered in it, and allowed his ears to drift back on his head. Relaxation found him there, but it wasn't to last long. A telltale crunch of grains below paw pads announced Dio before his greeting did, and Ephraim cast his little head back to watch the Wocha's approach.

The man was golden, broad in the shoulder but narrow in the waist. He reminded Ephraim a little of another wolf in the pack, but maybe only because their eyes were the same mismatched orange and blue. That was where Ephraim's champagne gaze lingered, just long enough for interest but not enough to cause offense. "Hey," he returned, once again misinterpreting Drageda's strange language for his own. He turned his head back out to sea and sighed softly.

"It's like home here," he shared, rising slowly on his narrow limbs until he was sitting rather than laying. Something about Dio commanded more respect than just lounging about. "Why are your eyes like that?" he wondered tangentially, giving the golden-hued man another once over.