Iktome Plains Psalms 127:3

Away from the mountains he went, setting his goal on the coast. Another day had risen hours ago, but only now did he actually reach the shimmering waters and cold, wet breezes of the ocean. From the place of the sun he could read that it was around midday- time enough to find another pretty girl to spend some time with. It had truly been too long since fucking Liri dizzy, and he was hungry for something fresh to feast upon. He stuck his nose in the salty air, smelling only one individually that scented female. No packs nearby, no threats nearby, just him, the ocean and this lost girl. 

His ash black legs took him toward where he could smell her, though spotting her took longer. Once he did he noticed nothing off, but as he got closer the white coats of a blind wolf lay upon the female's eyes. A smirk painted his somewhat handsome face.

Good day, misss. He hissed.