Sequoia Coast beneath the howling stars

just a quick lasher cameo! @Ferahgo or any other interested BC wolf >D

he bore the head to the shoreline at dusk the following day, having spoken with caiaphas. the pale bitch! she had tainted his reign with the unsurety she brought unto donnelaith, but lasher fared no better to have her gone. and so as the surf licked its way upon the sand, the druid strode near its lap and threw down his sordid burden.

tilting back his head, taltos cried then for ferahgo, as much he had done for his own wolves.

he lingered only a moment before turning and returning to the beloved redwoods.

Hope you don't mind Depp popping in, he needs to be a bit more social with other alphas!

When traveling across the sandy beach and taking in the salty air the dark male heard a howl. Stopping in his tracks and pondering to follow or not, he came to the conclusion he would chase after it's owner. Even if the call wasn't directly toward him, interest took the man's mind and curiosity took over. Making his way towards the sound, he caught the scent of another, assuming it must be from whoever had been howling, his ears perched with delight. It was always comforting to know you were going the right way.

Once seeing another dark wolf, he began to slow his pace and stop at a respectful distance. Not wanting to cause unwanted drama. The man tilted his head and furrowed his brow. "Who might you be?"

Lasher left in his first post lol... so... I am also just doing a single post. Unless Depp attacks or something Ferahgo will just keep on going. :)

He had heard that howl before.

The Captain slunk toward the shoreline, disembarking his ship to meet the wolf that had swore to take the life of the beast-woman. He was not normally so willing to answer a summoning, but he had not seen hide nor hair of the burly wench, and wished to know if the dark wolf had been successful. It did not take long for his gaze to set upon the mess of white and red on the shore... but absent was the one he thought he would see first. Some stranger stood off to the side, and he might have mistook the other male to be Lasher had the coastal breeze not been in his favor.

He roared with laughter as he came to stand in front of the disembodied head. "Good on ye!" He guffawed some more. "Serves ye right." She was a far prettier thing as a head, he mused, and her skull he would set out to be cleaned by birds and bugs, before setting it beside his other treasure. He wondered idly if her bestial skull would be grander than the stolen one. Gathering the head in his jaws by a tattered ear clenched tightly in his teeth, he cast a menacing look toward the other wolf before briskly making his way back to his ship.