Wheeling Gull Isle roamer

I must make note that I didn't even try to resist this thread :3

Ixchel, for all her brass and straight-forwardness, was a wolf who kept secrets as well as any. She craved things she did not voice, and held on to thoughts deemed unfit to share. Some opinions simply weren’t worth the breath, but some things were actually dangerous to say. So despite her fearlessness for retribution, she was smart enough to know when to hold her tongue and bide her time.

Such a time to bide was now, and the islander paced quickly along the coast as she weighed her own options and desires. One such desire appeared ahead, and she watched the aimless black wolf with the burning light in his eyes for some time before deciding to approach him directly. Ixchel chuffed at him, unwilling to sneak upon the well-crafted male lest he react unfavorably to her presence. Wagging her tail, she came to stop neatly several wolflengths from him.

Constantine, was it? she checked, though his was not a name she intended to forget easily. Care for a hunt? For what better way to establish a bond as packmates than to run together with a common goal ahead.