Stavanger Bay i was raised by the water, by the crippling waves

*Steals*

Aimi walked along the ocean's white shores, seabreeze bristling through the sandy pelt that was being dampened from soft rain. Those seaglass eyes never strayed away from the sand she walked on and it even came to a point in which the fae started counting her pawsteps. "657, 658, 659..." — in reality, it didn't really matter to her how many steps it was; she already lost count of how long its been since leaving her birth pack anyway. But bordem turned it into an occupation of sorts.......okay, now this little 'long walk on the beach' was starting to become exhausting as hell — where's a good den spot when you needed one? It would've been easier to find back at the lagoon, but these were not her shores; Aimi would've recognized her own home by now just from looks alone. 

Just as she was about to say 'screw it' and just find a comfortable spot underneath a palm tree, a noticeable figure far in the distance caught her attention. Not a situation that was too out of the ordinary — Aimi would just avoid them so no attention was brought to her. But...something was off...

"Oi! You!" The sea otter yipped out loud at the dark bystander and before she knew it, her pace was quickened to a gallop. Other than the putridly metallic scent of blood that was added into the mix, this wolf's scent held a vague farmiliarity to it that she could put her finger on. And even if the fae's guess about who this was is false, it was something Aimi wanted to find out herself.