Wolf RPG

The calm day tempted the sea-salted wolf away from one home to the next, and then beyond that place. For many hours Tiamat toiled in a search that yielded nothing. She had hoped to find a home to ransack and plunder; to take others hard-earnings and steal away unnoticed until long after the fact, when nothing could be done. Her search was stretched to a thin thread of near-nothingness as she walked alone, having not included any other on her days task; she covered less ground, and had gone southeast toward the forest around her. Old caches were long ago buried into and useless to her. Tiamat refrained from throwing a fit, coming to the sound conclusion that she ought to conserve her energy.

In her loose-legged trot back to the shoreline, she sniffed and looked around. If she could harass anything with food that she caught wind of, she surely would. Upon catching sight of a seagull with some seawater creature in its beak, Tiamat sprinted doggedly after it; it was all for nothing, as the thing mutely went off, meal in tow. Dejectedly the seawitch moved back toward the waters, prepared to catch fish there if she must. She inspected the water, firstly, when the sea wolf thrust the entirety of its body from the once smooth waters. Tiamat doubled back, moving well onto the beach, now. She knew those slippery sea things would slide onto land as best they could to grab seals and sea lions and surely wolves, too! Again it breached and crashed against the waters surface, ruining the days serenity. The chaos it created in the eruption of birds and other surface things alike was something she wished to replicate although presently she had not the energy to. So she simply watched.