Stavanger Bay wash away

Just as he finished filling in the rolling waves and sand to wash away his scent, another wolf approached. His stature was tall and proud, dominant even, and Cicero was quick to duck to the ground. Mismatched eyes shared a quick glance at the man before him while he assumed a submissive position, tail tucked between legs. It was really hard not to walk away and to make himself so vulnerable in front of a male, but he reminded himself that it wasn't always the same, not all men just took, and that Sheogorath, probably a big instigator in the scene with the white wolf, was far away.

Deciding to play dumb, Cicero said, "Oh, I, sorry. This... It's not claimed, right? I'm sorry if I'm too close, I... I was looking for a friend, and I hadn't been close to the ocean before, so when I saw it, I..." He trailed off, having decided to take up Inari's moniker for now. He was easy enough to mimic, and after trailing off Cicero looked at the sandy ground while he submissively licked his lips.