Sea Lion Shores Within the swelter of the night

When his eyes flick up, he is not only met with movement in his peripheral, he’s met with a smooth, silky, feminine voice. One of the purest of temptations. He is slow to address her, his last murmuring of “Amen.” on his lips as he turns his gaze to her instead. Though when looks over to land his attention solely on her, he is met with not one, but two beautiful women.

“Oh?” He hums to Vanity. “Has god deemed these lands yours and only yours alone? Or have you?” The words could be perceived as harsh, but his tone is anything but. For his own voice is velvety to the ears, soft and unafraid of their judgment. For only god can judge him.

Though he can only assume that these two wolves know each other, so he addresses the other now. The lighter, tan with fading black stockings and soft blue eyes much like his own. His chiseled, noticeably handsome face smiles politely to them both. “I would be interested in a hunt with you both. Perhaps the unfortunate will not be that lone pup, but perhaps another this faithful day. So as that one has an opportunity at life.” A slow flicking of his eyes between the two and his tone says that he knows exactly what he’s taking about, confident yet soft. “This is the will of god.”

His smile is small and soft as he approaches them easily. Allowing his head to turn towards another of the flock. “Your pick.” For God will influence their decision without them even knowing it.