Stavanger Bay xxxvii. you've got a beautiful brain

A burst of laughter escaped her as she watched the energetic birds dive and fish, soaring up again to fight and bicker over their catches midair -- uninhibited as she seemed to be alone for the moment being, free to revel in the sight of the waves for the first time. She wasn't sure when she noticed the shadow lingering on the horizon, gaze of pale jade locking upon the dark figure and thoughts jumping to Kukutux's former lover.

He was not completely familiar to her but not a stranger either, the leader of the once-village Glen. Lótë dipped her head in return, ears rising curiously as a faint noise of greeting escaped her -- snatched away by the wind. She had stayed away from his people when they lingered on Moonglow's borders, out of respect for their loss, and could not be sure if he still desired to be left alone or not. If the onyx he-wolf wished to walk way, the dove wouldn't stop him.