He kept north, incidentally at first, but for the past day he had been following the unique and slowly strengthening scent of the sea without knowing what the source was himself. He followed it, as curious as the killed cat, but he didn't quite make it before tiring and seeking shelter in a nearby wood.
The dusty young male crept beneath the mountain in dawning evening. The sun was slowly sinking, and though the light was not yet staved enough to present stars, there was a nearly transparent moon hanging there in the sky, and it was their to say goodnight to the diurnal, and breathe hello to the nocturnal.
Snowl found a curling tree base to excavate, and began digging a temporary den there for the long night to surpass him. It was safest curled up, hidden away, even if he couldn't sleep sometimes because of the nightmares. He had no one to protect him, and as cocky as he acted he knew he was weak. Too weak even to save his own skin, or his father's. Too weak to even properly finish a den, because he grew very lethargic after a while—a symptom of not eating—and he was not yet halfway done.
He paused for only a moment and breathed deeply. It was then that the salty scent hit him again, and he remembered what lie for him in the morning, if only he could make it through the night. And he began digging again.
The night was her preferred time of day. It was the time sacred to her goddess, Mephala. Night was a time for sneaking, hiding secrets, for sex, for secret murders to be committed. Night was to her as day was to others.
As the sun set, she found herself approaching the sea. The priestess found it much more beautiful at night than at day and more tolerable too. The sun's rays struck the sea and sand harshly and created cutting rays to hit one's eyes. Seagulls were active at that time too, the feathered rats. The black furred priestess was travelling through the forest to go onto the sands when she heard something, someone, digging.
Her indigo eyes narrowed with curiousity and wariness. Meldresi walked towards the sound slowly, but relaxed when she saw a wolf digging by a tree. The beautiful priestess sat down by the tree, not disturbing the boy physically. "Greetings." she said in her soft, sultry voice.
Snow Owl flinched at the voice, bashing his head against the barrier roots he tunneled beneath, and backpedaling quickly so that he was not in such a prone position with his ass-out and forefront buried.
He was dirty up to his chest, not uncommon for the lanky youth, but it was a caked-on mess from hours of work rather than of play. Polished eyes peered curiously towards the female that had addressed him, noting how finely she blended in the twilight, except for her piercing eyes that glimmered in the blanketing darkness. "Hi," he said after an uncertain pause. "You like sneakin' up on guys?" he grinned, not asking to be rude.
"I was just workin' on my pecs," he informed her, glancing down at his skinny chest and puffing it out comically. "Wha'cha think? Comin' along nice, or what?"
She chuckled softly when the young wolf wriggled out of the makeshift den quickly. He looked an absolute mess. He grinned at her, asking if she liked to sneak up on guys. "Only those who let themselves be snuck up upon..." she said sweetly, a half smile on her face.
He tried to play off the mess on his fur by saying he was exercising, focusing on his pecular muscles. "Very fine indeed," she purred, "admiring" them. "The girls will be all over you soon enough..."
His ears tucked a little at first. He should be more careful. His mother had always begged him to be careful, but he was reckless much like his other parent had been, but even in his recklessness, he had been at least aware—something that Snowl would need to work on if he were to survive much longer. He'd already had a near-death experience once, he didn't need another... Or maybe he did, considering he hadn't exactly seemed to have learned his lesson.
He found himself grinning again at her praise, a little surprised and not at all wary of the fact that the sultry female might've been teasing him. He could see suddenly that this was the type of woman his father would've seduced, and though he had no concept of attraction himself, he imagined that there would come a time where his milkshake would make all the girls come to the yard. Her words furthered this thought.
"For real?" he blanched at first, too eager, too childish, and his eyes a little wide. Snow Owl quickly cleared his throat, amending his face to a more "adult" expression. "I mean, yeah—of course. Duh," he exaggerated, giving his clumpy fur a shake and doing a quick circle so that she could check him out in his entirety. "What girl could resist all'a this?" he asked, turning to her again with a broad, playful smile.
She hid the peals of laughter in her throat. Just like all the others. A boy who thought himself a big, strong man, but was still a child on the inside. Those were the majority of the boys who fawned over her and tried (and failed) to seduce her. She rarely paid true attention to them, they were only amusements.
He spun in a circle, showing off his so-called assets. She smirked, laying down beside him. "What's your name, handsome?"