Cerulean Cape While I’m falling apart

Noir was very keen about Blackwater - this was why she often scouted the coastline - they intrigued her so, but she knew her place was here, with her mistress and her family. She would help raise the new generation of Cruors, and Sacrarium would flourish with life. Even so, when she finds a lone male on the cape, hunting a seal, she can't help but be curious. He smelled of the sea, and she wondered whether he, too, belonged to Blackwater; scenting the air gave her no information, as the smell of salt hung heavy on his pelt, masking any others. As she approached, Noir gave a soft woof, her head tilted to one side in curiosity - would he allow her to approach, or would he guard his kill?