Cerulean Cape No Reason Letting Her Live

The closeness of the shores was enjoyable to the man of Northern origins, the chill of the ocean spray refreshing and pleasing in a way he could not have imagined. The mountains and snow of their homelands had been nothing like the water and sand found here, the differences stark and obvious. Some wolves were adverse to such harsh disparities; Stjornuati was not one of them, laying stretched in the sand with his back legs extended behind him so that the cool sand warmed to his body heat beneath his stomach.

Truly, the Nord was at ease here, not just on the beach but in these lands. It was a development that he was suprised to discover within himself, though he held no doubts of the validity of such realizations. With his sister having joined them, the small handful of wolves that lived with them at the Watch was slowly becoming like family, though he knew there were yet no formal conversations to acknowledge this, not even between himself and Solpallur.

A sound, a flicker of his ear, a turn of his head. Liver colored eyes watched as another wolf approach, eyes tracing over scars for a moment before taking note of the scent that came with the wind. Male. Alone. Stjornuati did not make any motions to leave the vicinity with anothers presence joining him, instead tipping his head and chuffing at the other.