Two Rivers Isle spikeroog

The Cairn boy thirsted for the sea. His spikey pale coat pricked at the scent of brine and saline. The rivers were likely to lead back to the coast. He should have turned back to inform Sandpiper of the discovery, but the flash of blonde caught his eye and the wild brute turned his crown to face the unfamiliar beast. Curling his lip back, Smokestep ran a salmon colored tongue along his muzzle and huffed deeply. This stranger seemed to want to watch. The pirate was not likely to attempt to hunt with the eyes of another on his back. Instead, he began to pick his way toward the other wolf. 

The ghost moved with his head low and his eyes trained on the beige predator. His shoulders swayed with each lengthy stride that he took and his mismatched gaze was trained dutifully on the other. Each step brought him closer to the unknown, but his confidence grew with each stretch of his limbs.