Ambrosia had never been to the ocean before, never seen such expanses of water. When she'd started to smell the salt in the air heading North, she knew it would be the next thing she set her eyes on. From the old lands of Moonlit she'd traveled with the river, crossing through Ravenblood forest, and ending up curving away from the freshwater stream and into Cerulean Cape as the night fell.
It was the most beautiful place she'd ever set her eyes on, the night time stars reflecting and shining twofold back. The sun had just sun below the horizon, and the last rays of light were weak, but a few strings of color lasted a while longer before the inky night sky took over. A long while, Ammie sat there, tail wagging and keeping her lemon eyes on the moving waves of the ocean
Ankyra Sound swayed in a silent lullaby, and he melowed in the crips air as he headed towards the west, blissfully comfortable and full from a meal of fish he had eaten earlier. Slowly by surely, the prey and green was returning to Teekon wilds. Yesterday, he had spied something underwater way larger than the average fish, and wondered if it was a seal. If he spotted one after the famine pasted, he would try to hunt it. So far, he was enjoying his stay at Saltwinter, inwardly wondering if he would stay even beyond the famine. The beautiful coasts made an enjoyable scenery, and the soft lapping of waves brightened his day.
Unknowingly to him, his peaceful thoughts would be shattered when he made it past Blackbeak Bluff, the shape of a single wolf highlighted against the otherwise barren wilds. Slancio did not notice it before he was well into the stranger's range. He was well alert as this point, he paws falling onto slightly familair ground from the time he had travelled to the end of the coast and met Ondine. Canting his head at the appearence of another wolf at this hour, he appraoched.
The males arrival was neither announced or quiet, but fully neutral. Ambrosia twisted her head over her shoulder to look, but didnt bother getting up. He didn't seem aggressive, and in fact the tawny woman gave him a wide smile as her tail wagged behind her.
"Hello. The names Ambrosia."
Perhaps he was a wolf of one of the packs nearby? Little was Ammie worried, shed been sure to steer clear of borders. Should things turn for the worse, she wouldnt be against a fight, but the ocean here was calming and made her feel all bubbly inside.
He neared, the sound of his footsteps crisp and sharp against the silent night. Well aware of his surroundings now, he shot a curious glance towards the strangers direction. A turn of their head identified it as a female, and he was silently taken back by the friendly demeanor that immediatly appeared when they acknowledged his presence. It was rare to find wolves with their guard so down lately, it seemed. Yet this stranger had introduced herself before he was even somewhat close to her.
She was called Ambrosia, and despite her relaxed posture, Slancio remained alert. He kept his muscles from tensing, not wanting to seem aggressive. He had no bad intentions towards Ambrosia, only confusion at her actions and what he had seen of her so far. "I'm Slancio." He replied to her introduction, keeping it simple. He wondered how this encounter would turn out, under this beautiful night.
Though the handsome silver man wasn't aggressive, he seemed wary of the tawny woman. Not that she blamed him, she just found herself so at peace beside the ocean, the sound of the waves lulling her into a feeling she hadn't had since being curled into her mothers fur. She couldn't be angry at anything right now, she felt. The grey male introduced himself nevertheless, and Ambrosia hummed in joy. She'd make a new friend tonight, perhaps? Can't say she'd be disappointed in having a good looking friend as he.
"Do you live close to this glorious scenery, Slancio? I'm from the far south, and I've never seen such a beautiful sight."
Her soft lemon eyes were again back out at sea, and the tawny girl sat up tall and proud to feel the ocean spray in her coat.
He watched her relax, glancing out onto the coastal scenery he himself often enjoyed. The night was truly beautiful, the sky a bland midnight blue above them, stretching on for miles and miles and beyond what he could see. Small speckles of the stars flashed above, lighting the sky up softly. Even, when Slancio gazed out fondly, enjoying the view, he did not allow himself to become unalert, but relaxed his posture more. WHen she spoke, He glanced at her.
"I do, at a pack mere miles away from here. The oceans are pretty, that's for sure. But soon, when the green returns to the wilds, they'll bear food too." He canted his head, striking up a conversation. He watched her look out to the sea again, awe in her eyes. Wondering if she had a pack, he gave her a subtle sniff.
So he lived here, saw this every night in his backyard? Ambrosia almost asked to go with him right then and there, but her loyalty was to Sebastian, and Pearl. She couldn't stay here, no, but damn right she would be back one day.
"I envy you such a sight. But I suppose good looking souls should live somewhere good looking, right?"
The tawny woman giggled and joked, her gaze steady on the horizon.
"I pray that your shoreside pack bears Broken Antler Fen no ill will for my being close. We seek peace, and to be left alone."
It was far away from her home, and she doubted they would never collide, at least she could spread the word of her pack, of their peace.
He turned to her when she seemed almost envious, stifling a slight chuckle. He inwardly wondered if she had a pack, which would give a soid reason why she woud not settle at coast, maybe evena t Saltwinter. He gave a small laugh at her words. "Damn right they should." He replied, letting the compliment wash over him. "But if that's true, I guess you live somewhere pretty too?" He gave as much, giving her a small smirk. He wasn't above a little harmless flirting when it came down to it, but wasn't really looking for anything to escalate.
She proceeded to tell him of her pack called Broken Antler Fen. "You are not that close to our borders at all, I just perfer wandering a bit." Admitivly, he had taken an interest in the scout trade, and wherever he went now he always mapped out the journey and lands beneath his feet. He wanted to prove himself to Caiaphas, and nothing was standing in his way, so why not try his luck at a trade.
Slancio accepted her flirting and shot his own back, but Ammie knew he wouldn't leave such a place for a stranger like herself. She knew she wouldn't, not without really knowing him. The tawny woman turned her inky face to him again with a sly grin and a shrug of her shoulders.
"A fen backed by a mountain, home to the Broken Antler Fen pack. Pretty in its own right, but compared to this it's nothing. Glad you think I'm not bad to look at though, cause you're pretty in a much different way."
Ambrosia laughed was glad to hear the pack bore her no ill will. With a glance around, she wondered just how close was close. A mental note was made to go the other way if she wanted to explore the coast. Bad for business to trespass and piss off packs when she's supposed to be an ambassador. It was her job to do the opposite, right?
"What's your pack like?"