Red nodded at the silver wolf’s apology of sorts. She had been able to tell almost immediately that he hadn’t wanted to scare her, so she was already over and done with that. She logged his name away when he gave it, but then hesitated when he asked for hers. Eventually, she gave a short bark: Red.
She paused. This was an odd sort of introduction to someone, especially so late at night, and she honestly had no idea what to do or say next, especially considering she didn’t often speak aloud.
Awkwardly, she swallowed, and then dipped her head in greeting and turned back to the ocean. If he wanted to talk to her, he would stay. If not, he would leave. Either way, she didn’t mind, although there was something about the male that intimidated her. He was big and had a mean-looking scar across one side of his face, which she could see even in the dark. She wasn’t sure she wanted anything to do with whoever this Heimdall was. His voice was thickly accented, though she could still understand it. But it made her wonder where he was from.
She was probably about to find out, but in the meantime, she continued to stare at the starry sky and the rolling waves of the ocean, which she already knew she’d be returning to time and again. It was beautiful here. She wondered if the sunlight would enhance its beauty or not.