@Ravenna
Cogitemus lowered his nose to the ground as another wolf's scent caught his attention. As his nose got closer to the ground, the snow made his nose grow colder. He kept his eyes forward as he tried to stay on the scent. Hopefully this wolf wasn't a male, or Cogitemus might freak out. The scent seemed to stay a female, a loner perhaps? He head shot up as he heard paws shuffling, as he tried to find the source of the sound.
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The woman had made her way along the coast, her keen eyes on the lookout for something to eat. The unfamiliar salty air had made it increasingly difficult for the female to pick up any scents and so she was forced to rely on her other senses when it came to finding food or avoiding trouble. Luckily for the woman, the ocean provided her with food that took little energy in catching. A dead fish washed ashore, and the female quickly scooped it up and made her way to burry it for later when it was needed. Though while she was digging, a light breeze blew by revealing an unidentifiable scent making it clear the woman wasn't alone.
He came upon her, he wasn't in view of her, hidden in the shadows. He spotted her digging, he too wasn't very keen with the salty air that surrounded him. Her scent drew him closer, now in view. "Ahoj" he spoke quietly. The girl wouldn't understand his speaking, so he had to correct himself. "Hello." he said. His stance was neutral, as his eyes scanned over her body. "Jsem Cogitemus." he introduced himself, giving a small smile, a huge leap out of his comfort zone.
The scent remained near, yet the owner of the aroma did not reveal themselves for some time. When words finally fell from the male's mouth, they were instantly met with a deep snarl and nervous lick to the woman's maw. She didn't know why he was here or what he wanted, but she was trying her best to let him know to keep his distance.
Her ears flattened against her skull, as she lifted her tail to a dominant position. The female demanded respect and until she received it, she would have no conversation with the other.
He had offered to help catch her dinner and she repeated him like this? He snarled right back at her. He held his tail up high, swishing a bit. He stood tall, in a pouncing stance. "I offered you dinner." he said, clearing the air, as before that, he spoke in his true tongue. He glanced at a old, weak sea lion.
If the male had expected for the two of them to go skipping down the beach together for a picnic, he was unfortunately very wrong. The woman was in no mood to be tested and when more words slithered off his pathetic tongue, she wanted to reach out and bite it off so that he may never speak again.
Her fur bristled as she took a step towards the stranger, puffing her chest and raising her head in a foolish attempt to appear larger than the male. Her own tongue flashed over her teeth as she stood tense, preparing herself for any sort of attack the male could conjure up.
Oh, she would be fun to toy with. He shot up his gaze to meet hers. "Why are you mad sweetheart?" he said, before circling her. He scanned his eyes over her body, taking I every inch of her as a cheat sheet for later reference. He then decided this wouldn't be a good idea. He lowered his body, to a neutral position, showing a bit of submission by tilting his head down. He thought he was going to gag and vomit everywhere, giving another scraggly loner submission.