Ocean's Breath Plateau Evil Friends

@Tytonidae

Coming inland from the beach, Whip sought her out in the morning; their leader. It wasn't for any particular reason that Whip sought her so, but he found himself compelled in a way he didn't completely understand. Perhaps, he thought, it was because he was growing used to living together. Yet, with the others, Whip was still apphrehenive at best -- standoffish and bristly at worst. With Tytonidae, however, Whip found it easier to decompress. It was odd, but for the first time since his flight from Themiscyra, Whip felt comfortable with another wolf, which was no small feat.

Or maybe he was sweet on her, not that he'd know what that felt like.

It was easy to find her, as the wolves of Bhediyon seldom strayed far from one another. Her scent was strong in the wood. Even here, below a treetop canopy, the air still smelled of sweet, salty brine. It felt more like home with each passing day. "Ty?" He called out, looking around.