(Well, he is. Have fun!)
@Leucothoë @Reek
Dark Tooth was having one of his...unstable days. One minute he could be a bunny loving hippy, the next an angry, violent warrior. The drugs had done strange things to the white dog. His dark, seemingly empty eyes where in their 'blood, ewww' stage right now, and for a second time he bypassed a packs borders. He trotted straight to where the waves where, and was shocked to see not the magnificent, blue ocean, but the wobbly lump of fat on the shore.
He ran straight at it yipping like a stupid puppy, of course it had to slip into the ocean. He followed it in, deeper, deeper. Water didn't bother him, and he continued until his paws no longer touched the sand. Suddenly, an angry roar, the frightened mutt turned to see a wall of blue and white, then the whole world spun, and his vision went blurry, and he was tumbling around and around and...
He slowly opened his eyes, ragged and wet. The sea mother, angry at his presence, through waves at him as he lay stunned on the shore. A lump of seaweed covered half of the samoyed, and a seagull, curios, perched atop it. He cautiously stood, and the seagull squawked and flew away. He gazed dumbfoundly at nothing, spent.
Leucothoë trailed a scent angrily, her shoulders rolling in a predatory fashion while her tail lashed behind her. Whatever she smelled, candid for certain but strangely different than wolf, would be brought to an end in a quick fashion. Upon her arrival to the sound, her eyes scour the land around her...
And she could not find it. Seaweed came to the shore in all shapes and sizes, carrying sometimes driftwood and carcasses alike. Noting one strange shape, Leucothoë fancied she had found herself a meal. She approached the shape slowly, unsure if it could prove to be a threat... and the thing stood.
Leucothoë started, jumping back initially from the thing she had imagined dead. But realizing it was not dead, she took in the thing with all of her eyes. The Sea had spit it out, and she knew why; the thing had not been absolved of its sin, pure though it looked.
And then, another epiphany: the Sea had brought her its sacrifice, and her tail waved victoriously. She took a step toward the thing, behaving the shepherd. Come,
she speaks in her tongue and gestures to her side invitingly.
Nesaea had smelt it too. A foreign scent, and not only because it was not born of the sea. The girl's ears were as far forward as they could go as she followed the strange smell, her heart thudding in her chest. She tried to work it out but was at a loss when it came to pinpointing exactly what she was smelling. It was certainly canine but also...not. It wasn't long before the silver girl came upon Leucothoe, having been unknowingly following her scent also. She stood before a sodden figure draped in seaweed, its white fur streaked with all manner of filth. It was wolf-like though, as Nesaea drew closer, she noted there was something off about its features.
The youth came to a stop to the side of her twin, leaving space for the bedraggled thing to stand between them and be accompanied into the territory. With a single word and a knowing glance towards her sister, Nesaea knew of her intentions. The Sea had offered them a gift, as dirty and strange as it was, but a gift nonetheless. The girl smiled warmly towards the creature, waving her tail invitingly.
Was he in heaven?
Two beautiful females appeared, gesturing for him to follow. Would they bring him to an endless supply of steak? A room full of squirrels? Give him an owner who would love and pet and treat the sad little mutt. He gave a happy little, weird gurgling sound, then stepped forward unsteadily toward the two females.
They smiled, and wagged, and Dark Tooth was quick to stand between the two. Were they to lead him somewhere, he would follow like a love struck puppy. Of course, he thought that they were leading him to a room of steak....
Feel free to PP him following you and doing what you say
The small creature was a strange thing, a mutant, but would be deemed pure by the Sea. She would make sure of it. Her strides were short, seeing its stubby legs. There was no way the critter could keep up with them at a normal pace, whatever it was. You need rest,
she murmurs to the sacrifice, dotingly; her eyes flit to her sister, and she looks to the Sea, Will you find him a meal?
It was best this creature was none-the-wiser to his fate. He seemed comfortable, at least, and she was happy to keep him this way. The silver youth would make sure that he was comfortable to the very last. Leucothoë knew the importance of a sacrifice, and what they meant to The Moon and The Sea.
Almost, as if happy, the thing made an odd noise and quickly made its way towards them. At least it was not fearful or hostile — an aggressive sacrifice would be both hard to handle and aggravate the Mothers. Though perhaps it was just weary from whatever journey it was on? Nesaea regarded the creature again, more studiously, frowning slightly at the dirt that clung to his paws and underbelly. He would be pure soon.
Looking up to her sister as she spoke, the girl nodded and turned away from them, padding towards the sea, keen eyes fixed on the waves. She wasn't the biggest fan of fishing, however she was more than competent at it. It was made easier by the fish of the Sound, who were seemingly more daring than the prey of Themiscrya.
After a few minutes of graceful splashing in the shallows, Nesaea returned, carrying a silver herring within her maw. It was not a substantial meal, but it would be enough. She would find more if her sister or the sacrifice wished. Gently, she placed the fish before him before stepping back, glancing up to Leucothoe with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.