Blackwater Islands Stabbed to death outside of San Juan

There were many perplexing aspects about the nature of existance. However, Salish rarely gave these things a great amount of thought, and they did not trouble her. The way plants grew and flowers opened, the way the sun and mood exchanged positions every day and night, and most intriguingly, the changing of the tides. They were things she thought of fleetingly during the times she found herself walking alone, or while she waited for sleep each day. But Salish expended no effort trying to figure it all out. It simply was.

As the shadows grew, the tawny girl's paws brought her back to the Sea. As it always did, the water had reclaimed the beaches for the evening. But she was not alone on the shore tonight. Another Nereides wolf stood in the sand, a male handsomely cloaked in agouti tones. Her pace quickened so that she could reach him quickly, closing the distance between the two. Something about his expression interested her, and she tilted her head to the side, regarding him curiously, meeting his silver gaze.

Is there something on your mind? she asked with a swish of her tail.