Cerulean Cape rené and georgette magritte with their dog after the war

Hunger drove the scrawny brown wolf from her hiding place within the Ravensblood Forest out onto the coastline proper. It had been ages since she'd scavenged for food in this area, since she'd tested her hunting skills on seaside creatures, but she was eager for something that wasn't forest rodents. Amber eyes glittering as they ate up the shoreline, Mitanni walked swiftly with her head low, trying vainly to sift through the strong ocean water smells for anything indicative of a potential meal.

She was coming up empty on her search until she spotted a small, mostly dark lump lying ahead in the sand. Her immediate thought was of some water-dwelling creature being washed up on shore, but she soon dismissed the notion when she realized the lump wasn't wet. In fact, it looked dry, furry, and...

That's not food. That, Mitanni realized disappointedly, was a young wolf. How had she missed the youthfully oversized ears before? Her nose wrinkled slightly, and she thought about averting her path, slipping away before she could be noticed, but even as she looked around to gauge her escape options it dawned on her there seemed to be no adults around. Odd.

Curiosity piqued, tempting the socially-deprived part of her being, the mottled brown female drifted nearer to the youth on swift but cautious footfalls, casting a few more searching glances around them for any sign of a protective guardian. None presented themself. "Admiring the view?" she queried, her voice a little scratchy from disuse but clearly intrigued. Mitanni hung back, hesitant and watchful and silently kicking herself for not drifting on to continue her hunt for food.