Sea Lion Shores A crack in the silver moon

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Slightly groggy from his slumber, the nightmares plaguing his thoughts as usual. Vale felt a muzzle poke at his back, all his strength was gone from swimming. He just laid there trying his best not to break into full Roman mode and massacre whoever had the time to poke him. He stiffened slightly as it got nearer to his flank, could that damned whatever just stop for the sake of the gods? And even though he was exhausted, when he felt it again, he leaped up. Ears flattening against his skull, lips drawn back in a snarl as his sharp fangs gleamed.The scar glowing bright white. Ocean blue eyes cold and harsh as he stared, his temper lying on the edge, at the stranger. It was a black wolf with dark eyes.

Ashamed by the sudden bolt of fear at the nosing, though anger and pride still rushed defiantly through his veins, he gave her a brief wary nodded. Ears still flattened although the snarl and vanished as he rose to his full height. The scarred Roman still undoubtedly handsome despite looking so bloody. She did not smell of a pack so he assumed that she was a lone wolf, he did not trust her at all so he kept a straight, emotionless mask. Resisting the urge to just growl at her, he spoke in an accented voice "Hello, why were you nosing at me?" he paused "You are a lone wolf?" He asked politely, even though he was already sure that she was.