The marred female made it her job to familiarize herself with the sea. Though she lived nearby an ocean, she did not frequent it often, mainly because of the pack that resided there. The Frenchwoman wondered if that pack had disbanded. She remembered them being quite unorganized and aggressive. It wouldn't surprise her if someone took over, they disappated or they were destroyed during the wars that went on constantly. The black she-wolf shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts. Her pregnancy made her prone to thinking back to the past she was taken away from a long time ago. Erika no longer mourned it, she simply let herself be taken back to those old times.
She hadn't even realized how far she was walking until she pulled herself out of her nostaliga. The barking of the strange creatures called sea lions filled her ears just as much as the seagulls who flew around the Isle. The ocean was never quiet it seemed.
She took the time to stare at one of the large, noisy creatures, who returned the stare with intelligent eyes and barked at her, rearing up on its hind flippers and clapping its front ones together. The Frenchwoman laughed at the spectacle. Ces créatures amusantes, she thought as she wandered towards the waters, passing large rocks on the way. Some of these rocks had sea lions perched on them, basking in the sun. Erika neared one of them, wondering if she could climb onto it like them when she smelled a strong, pungent odor. Un loup dans la chaleur?
A splash caught her attention and she walked towards the sound, wondering if it was the wolf in question. Sure enough it was, a female bringing her head out of the water and shaking herself. Erika barked softly, nearing the female. "Bonjour, mademoiselle." she said softly.
@Nerian you could use this code to translate the words: <*span title="English translation">"other language (french)" (without the asterisk) and when you scroll over the words, the english translation will appear. :) I do that for my posts.
Erika smiled when she heard the female speak in her own language. A Frenchwoman? Here? Or, at least someone who spoke French? The black female felt a lot more comfortable now, even though this female who could possibly be from that rival pack Horizon Ridge, or as they were called now, Stavanger Bay.
"Vous parlez français? Êtes-vous vous-même français ou savez-vous juste il?" She looked the female over. She was small and petite, almost like Erika when she wasn't overly skinny from her long travels.
"Néanmoins, il me rend heureux de rencontrer quelqu'un d'autre qui parle ma langue. Mon nom est Erika de les Fantômes. Je suis de Wheeling Gull Isle." The black female sniffed the wolf, trying to identify her scent underneath all of her hormones.
"Quel est votre nom mademoiselle? Êtes-vous de Stavanger Bay?"
I don't have time to do the html or translation, I may come back and re-edit later but for now this will have to do, sorry
Nerian shook her head, lifting it above the next wave, slipping accidentally into the common tongue No! I need to stay here until my heat is done. I will not let a male touch me, perhaps if I befriend these damned sea lions they'll help protect me Nerian was a slave and had been left by her master in a situation in which she was used and abused, she knew full well what males could be like and she was not about to take a chance.
Nerian sighed not wanting the female to go either so she offered a little more conversation, hoping to draw more time. The sea is a wonderful place to live -- if you can get used to the sound, but once you are used to the sound, then no other place will do. It's a catch 22 I believe. Do you think you are getting used to it?