Sea Lion Shores The Last of Them

Since he had joined the Swiftcurrent Creek pack, Scimitar had strayed very little from the borders -- not out of duty to his pack per say, but more in terms of his desire to settle. Thus far, he had not found that in the Creek, and his eyes would stray every so often in the direction of Neverwinter Forest.. a land he had called home and felt as such.

So his creamy paws had lad him astray on this day, and his aqua eyes were far more taken with the shoreline rather than glancing back to the creek which dissolved from his thoughts for now. The sand clung to his fur -- a strange sensation for a wolf who spent very little time along the salted shores.. and yet there was something enticing about the land today as his muzzle lifted, his nose quivering as he took in the scents about them. Mingled with the sea salt was another, and lumbering forward, the cinnamon male's eyes caught upon the stranger.

Not uttering a syllable, his own figure stiffening slightly, he watched the other.. noting the stranger seemed quite at home along the sandy shores.