Cerulean Cape The Ocean Life

Ankyra Sound swayed in a silent lullaby, and he melowed in the crips air as he headed towards the west, blissfully comfortable and full from a meal of fish he had eaten earlier. Slowly by surely, the prey and green was returning to Teekon wilds. Yesterday, he had spied something underwater way larger than the average fish, and wondered if it was a seal. If he spotted one after the famine pasted, he would try to hunt it. So far, he was enjoying his stay at Saltwinter, inwardly wondering if he would stay even beyond the famine. The beautiful coasts made an enjoyable scenery, and the soft lapping of waves brightened his day.

Unknowingly to him, his peaceful thoughts would be shattered when he made it past Blackbeak Bluff, the shape of a single wolf highlighted against the otherwise barren wilds. Slancio did not notice it before he was well into the stranger's range. He was well alert as this point, he paws falling onto slightly familair ground from the time he had travelled to the end of the coast and met Ondine. Canting his head at the appearence of another wolf at this hour, he appraoched.