Sequoia Coast wahine

The dark wolf stared out across the terrain, his night hued tail swaying behind him as he remained quiet and still within the land. The brute's shimmering eyes gleamed from the light of the sun as he peered out to where the grass merged into the sand, the large male letting out snort as he then continued onward, traipsing through the coast without aim with the fresh carcass of a seabird hanging from his jaws. Neako would pause to watch as its white feathers fell from its lifeless body, the male quietly observing how they fluttered in the wind and elegantly danced through the air.

Slowly he turned his head to continue his journey and as he did this, Neako's eyes caught the sight of another approaching far off in the distance, a puzzled expression befell the male's face as he watched the figure move, their motion definitely appeared... odd.