Barrow Fields He woulda if he coulda

Depp was going on his usual break from...well, nothing really. Not much had been occurring lately, all he had to worry about was Saltwinter, which wouldn't do anything until his decision was finalized and Sen going into labor sometime soon. He'd been keeping track of her scent fairly well, stalking her from more a distance, knowing it wouldn't be so obvious he was keeping tabs on her where-abouts. Out of context that would seem rather, well, creepy. But it wasn't to watch Sen do nothing all day because he purely enjoyed it, it was because he had pups on the way, and if he didn't keep an eye on his co-Alpha, his children would be killed the moment they're born. 

His days seemed to be growing rather boring lately, part of him yearned for children to distract him in his deepest moments of boredom. Even though he disliked young ones rather much, these would be his own. These would be different. Not some annoying, sloppy, loud kids—no, they would be perfect. Heading out to the coast was becoming a more and more common thing for the dark wolf, as it brought him peace of mind, although he would never admit such words allowed. He'd simply say something like: "I enjoy the view." 

While swaggering across the fields to the sandy beaches, he came across the smell of a stranger. His ears perked instantly, and he gazed over in the direction it was coming from. There he saw the silhouette of a dark figure off in the distance, perfect. Meeting someone new was always a fun experience for the man, hell, last stranger had gotten water out his ears that he didn't even know was there. You never knew what would happen when you met a stranger, and that was exactly why he loved to do so. Leisurely moving in the direction of the figure, when coming close enough he nodded his head. "Ello, there."