Cerulean Cape Take off your top and let the sun hit your body

Hux had become a little stir crazy, so he set out midmorning. He itched to explore the rest of Drageda, but being limited by rank, he hoped to soothe his wanderlust by venturing outside of the territory, instead. He followed a set of pawprints leading down the shore, sometimes disappearing into the waves, but always reappearing. Soon the sunlight glinted red ahead of him, and, breaking into a run, he drew up to a fiery-furred wolf with a very unusual pelt pattern. It was odd; he had met two pack mates with striking coat patterns.

He had seen her around, and after Thuringwethil told him of her mate, he knew who the aptly-named Wildfire was. A rise of mist had her attention when he arrived, so he looked at it, interested. "Hey," he said, with a little smile. He wasn't sure how he felt about an outsider being the mate of a leader, but that wouldn't affect his gentle demeanor. At the end of tue day, it was none of his business.