Wolf RPG

the two wolves had wandered with each other for a good duration of the beach. there had been scents that had struck his nose – aromas that he knew nothing about. the world had changed drastically since the last time that his weary paws had roamed the shores of the beach. somehow, despite his reclusive nature and gruff demeanor, the girl Praimfaya did not seem to be deterred. she had gone with him to that point without any quarrels or difficulties. it was as though they were perfectly suited as companions. he might have thought as much if the lingering thoughts of their family feud did not play through his mind.
 
“i did not ask before…” illidan trailed to her in a tired tone. his golden eyes darted to where the warrior of a wolf stood, not far from where he was. “do you live beside the sea?” he did recall that she had said she had never been to the sound in her travels. this did not mean that she was not bound to the waters that licked at the shore, or the scent of saline that had become one with the ocean air.

praimfaya keeps pace with illidan as they move west along the shoreline, following the lulling roar of the calm sea. the sea air is different from the air of the mountains and even the crisp, pine air of broken antler fen. the seabrine is tangy; a mixture of salt and fish and algae. yet, to her surprise, she doesn't exactly find it unpleasant. it brings with it a sense of nostalgia that she cannot place and believes does not belong to her but one of the commanders of the past; a pining for a home and time that is not her own. she lifts her face to the salty spray of the sea as it crashes along the beach, letting it wash against her paws and ankles and recede just as quick leaving a trail of sand and broken seashells along the tops of her paws in it's wake.

illidan speaks then, in a tone that sounds tired and draws her frostbound gaze to his face; attentive as he poses his question to her. do you live beside the sea? no, praimfaya replies with a soft shake of her head. i live on the sunspire mountains. sawtooth spire. it's claimed by a pack called sagtannet. she gestures in it's direction absently and lets out a wistful sigh then. i like it, though. the sea, i mean. she offers him a soft smile. it feels ...like home. she struggles with how to phrase it, sure that she likely wasn't making any sense.

but how does she explain about the commanders of the past and their influences upon her without sounding ...well, crazy? that probably sounds strange. she adds with an amused snort at herself a beat later.