Ankyra Sound you're just a ghost

Above them, the wind shook before falling to a standstill. He approached the shape of the builky viking without question, footsteps falling upon the soft sand of the beach softly. No doubt the other wolf had heard him now, if the flicking of the other's ears were of any indication. Slancio could smell the scent of spilled blood, and the tangy scent of raw fish hung in the air. Fish was good prey around these times, considering the locusts could not disturb the ocean. He himself had eaten a small fish, perhaps a perch the day before. It had satisfied his stomach some, and was enough to keep him going for several days. When he came back to reality, he was close enough to the viking to be heard, and it was there he stood aloof yet causally. 

Behind him another set of footsteps appraoched, a female, by the scent of it. Yet they did not near, instead opting to stay a distance away from the pair of males. Slancio ignored it for the time being, she would come to them if she wanted to. He heard the male's comment about fish, and how he could have the rest of his kill. "Neither am I," He replied to the fish comment. "But it would seem that it is the best source of food around at these times," He continued, with a nonchalant shrug. "I'll take any food I can get," He nodded, "Thanks you,". Food was food, and very much needed at these times, he swiped the remains of the fish closer with a paw, staining the milky fur a pale pink. Dipping his head, he took a small bite, chewing at the stingy meat. The white male, Kjalarr, introduced himself simply. "Slancio," He replied with a slight cant of his head towards the female in the cache with them, pondering if she would introduce herself too.