Cerulean Cape driving on the sidewalk, looking back and the sky is burning in my rear-view mirror

it took murgash a moment to tell for certain if that was a wolf in the distance. he tottered as if drunkenly on a collapsed and lone log, his one good eye peering, squinting, into the haze. the form was practically nearly the same color as the dark and rolling sea behind them, causing the dark male to elect to abandon his sentry on the bough and make towards the creature.

he hoped that the thing was female, whatever it was -- the wind was not in his favor today, and he could not suss from the sting of bring any notion of gender. as he drew closer he adopted his own swaggy gait, cocksure and overabundant as a freshly deflowered colt. "oi!" he called out between the mist, making his presence known to the stranger.