He left his most recent conquest curled up in a thicket, fast asleep. He did stop to look back, briefly admiring her svelte form in the early morning sunlight. He was pretty sure she was more coyote than wolf, though he was an equal opportunity lover, as far as the ladies went. As long as they were a canine of some variety and didn't have any dangle-y bits (he shuddered at the thought) or other manly qualities, they were fair game. And, well, they did have to be attractive, of course...
Turning away, he began loping toward the coast, forgetting all about his latest one night stand. The sea breezes had been teasing him since his arrival and he had been waylaid (way laid, he thought with a snort) long enough. Although the scenic detours had definitely been worth it, it was time to feel the sand between his toes.
A happy moan escaped him when he skirted through a forest and finally arrived at a quiet little strip of beach. He began to leisurely mosey across the sands, sniffing here and there. When he came across a piece of driftwood, he admired it for a moment before lifting his leg against it and drenching the petrified wood in urine.
I can't resist.
Though her siblings seemed to be settling in quite easily, Tokitae was the exception. She felt alienated, moreso now than before when they lived in Themiscrya. Back home she was well-educated on the daily activites of the pack. Here, she could not make heads nor tails of who was coming, who was going, and what was expected of her. Of course that was a direct result of her typically reclusive tendencies. She hadn't yet sought out the Matriarch for further information out of fear that she might suffer a
faux pas and forever leave a tarnished impression in the leader's mind.
So today she took it upon herself to leave
Soteria for the mainland in the hopes of finding some sort of gift to appease both the Mothers and their Speaker. The rugged witch wandered down shore, here and there, with her nose to the ground in search of trinkets, baubles, and shells of impressive distinction. The murky green of her eyes flitted to and fro, darting from one spec of color to the next, but feeling no telling pull towards anything in particular.
A musky scent cut through the brine of the sea and she popped her head up, her nose swinging around to follow it, until her eyes settled on a figure relieving himself on a piece of driftwood. Tokitae frowned and her hackles bristled with uncertainty as she hovered there in plain sight, knowing she could not flee from this encounter without being noticed.
When the flow ebbed, he twitched his hips to shake off the last few drops and then put all four feet back on the ground before turning to inspect his handiwork. Satisfied with his calling card, he turned—and immediately clapped eyes on a she-wolf further along the beach. Interest immediately piqued, he raised his head and pricked his ears, nose wiggling as he sought her scent. Simultaneously, he scrutinized her from across the sand, a pang of disappointment hitting him when he took in her rugged looks and dense build. She wasn't very pretty or even feminine.
He didn't bother making nice with this uggo. "Hon," he began, appraising her bristled fur and frown, "don't get your panties in a twist. I'm not gonna touch you."
The male finished his business and turned now to face her. Something about the way his bright expression fell upon finishing his appraisal of her didn't settle well, and served only to darken her frown. She was used to being openly judged, but not by someone of his persuasion or gender. He wasn't remarkable in any way, not like her siblings or even the other Nereides—rather neutral with a gray agouti coat and amber eyes, but she was still drawn to him as something of interest. Like one would look upon a statue, or a peculiar tree.
Tokitae turned her head slightly to the side when he spoke, and narrowed her eyes. "Good, because I made my stance quite clear." She remarked. It was unfortunate that the Sound wasn't barren today, but now they were here and there was little more she could do about it. Sure, she could turn around and walk back the way she came, or even continue past him, but Tokitae wasn't predisposed to risking her exposed back to a complete stranger. So she remained rooted in place and waited for his move.