Shimmering Sands gol dolmora

Vegas had picked his way southward down the stone slopes. His den was located about halfway between the crest of the cliffs and the coast, where dirt, rock and sand combined and the earth was sturdy. In the weeks since he had made his home here, the snowy wolf had become adept at traversing the trecherous landscape, so it was only mildly difficult to reach the shore.

He leaped upon the sand with a soft thud and continued south, his intentions rather aimless. It was only moments before a slim figure caught his attention. The canine was unlike any he had seen in his life, very svelt, with sandy fur and gaunt features. At first he thought the creature was a coyote, but his scent suggested otherwise. This was undoubtedly a wolf, but a strange one.

His curiosity fully piqued, Vegas closed the distance between himself and the odd-looking wolf, releasing a soft chuff when he had come close enough for the other to hear him. His large blue eyes were wide in wonder, but they were soft, and his posture remained nonthreatening.