Ankyra Sound maitanz im grünen

When on the beach, Nyx was always on the lookout for colourful stones. She had claimed Reef's first gift of seaglass for herself, and although she'd yet to find any other rocks by herself in the time following, she was always hopeful. Her yellow eyes scoured the sands when the tide drew out, and she allowed the waves to lap at her limbs and underbelly without letting the biting cold interrupt her search.

When a rogue droplet of sea water found its way into her ear, the tawny Ostrega paused only to vigorously shake her sodden crown. Flicking her tongue over her lips, she blinked up to spot an ashen figure some distance ahead. She stared coolly at who she assumed to be Wylla at first, wondering if she would be worth her while trying to reconnect with her volatile leader, or if she should save her dignity and turn away before she was seen.

Reluctantly, she chose option one. Nyx wanted to maintain a good relationship with her pack-mates, and knew it would be beneficial if she could build a bond with the young Alpha. Carefully, the sable-tipped wolfess moved through the surf to step onto sand yet untouched by the sea's frothy reach. She jogged toward her comrade, mentally preparing herself that Wylla may still be in a pissy mood with her, but her woes were swept away in an instant when she halted to watch her mottled comrade turn toward dry land and caught a glimpse of his distinctly masculine features.

Okay, so did the boys have another brother that they'd failed to mention? Curious, the agouti's ears pricked forward and she drew closer and noted with interest that the stranger clutched something between his teeth. "What've you found?" Nyx asked, rather enthusiastically. Is it red? I can has?