Dragoncrest Cliffs all that remains

He settled his haunches back in the sand to wait, watching the sea lions with their silly gait and raucous barks. They were not unlike wolves, only sleek and clumsy on the land. Sobo imagined they were grace incarnate in the water, and as proficient at hunting game below the waves as any wolf in the woods.

It was Jorunn who answered his call. Sobo didn’t know a lot about the woman, only that she was a pretty thing with a mask like his, but lighter, and well-integrated into Sapphique. She had joined the pack on her own merits, which put her well above some of their other members in his estimation.

Hello, he said quietly. The shyness of his youth had waned some; he was still nervous to talk to those he didn’t know well, but it no longer made his voice stick in his throat. His heart beating harder was the only real symptom these days. I t’ought we could try to catch one. I have never hunted dem before. Have you?