Ocean's Breath Plateau The Claw

of course it's fine! i'm glad you're both here <3

The sound of aggravated shouting reached the distant ears of Furiosa, causing her to take pause and listen. Too far away to determine what had been said, she waited to hear more— the sound of a verbal altercation turning physical (which she hoped for), or at least a loud rebuttal— but the only sound that followed was the dull, monotonous revel of the ocean. Her interest remained still, so she took up a quick trot along the plateau, soon coming upon a rather lackluster scene: two males, unrelated judging by their distance from one another and the fact they were both facing the same general path of travel.

The second male, smaller and paler than the first seemed to hang back uncertainly, so she approached the ochre wolf, the one she presumed had been shouting. "I heard shouting," she announced, though her sharkish eyes didn't seem to be looking to provide any assistance. "Thought there might be some blood to see." Her lips traveled the length of her jaw, and she came to stand near the earthy male with decidedly enough space between them to serve as a fair defense against sudden lunging. The wind did not favor her at present, so his (as well as his pack's) and the other male's scent was unfortunately lost on her.