Cerulean Cape black ravens swooping down

do his eyes deceive him…? ah. yes. yes they do. the dark wolf is male, and ashen, and that is not his sister. but surely fate has crossed their paths for good reason. tadashi intends to take advantage.

“hello, stranger!” he calls out, head high, tail swaying with gentle wags. morning sun frames him against the sand, trotting from the east without a care in the world. “where ya headed?”

the stranger is scarred—best not to earn their distaste. tadashi will slow his approach as he draws near, leaving a comfortable distance and then some. travel has left him weaker; he prays his greeting is met in turn with words, not teeth. anything but teeth.