Stavanger Bay with a crash

Salt was creeping on the outskirts of the shoreline, as per usual. The firey femme was crouched down with her belly low to the ground and her eyes focused on the concious cloud only a few yards in front of her. He was confident in himself, as if he were an unstoppable force sitting on top of he world. Why else would a lone wolf put so much effort into making himself seem so big? As far as Salt was concerned, wolves with this much ego were either overcompensating or plain stupid.

That being said, she wasn't too keen on finding out which label fit him better.

Her ears sat back against her head, her eyes trained on him, and only him. It was interesting to see how he held himself. In her mind, she was invisible, though one would like to note that there was no way a wolf with a coat that bright wouldn't have been noticed against the nude tones beneath her.