Porcupine Ridge threshold

Out of the corner of her eyes she studied the male, colored of ash and tinder with an immersing gold gaze. He did not look like a pack wolf -- he was too rangy, too composed of lean muscle and unkempt pewter grey fur. Tameless and feral, in a way similar to her.

His explanation, however succinct, was explanation enough. Her wide gaze traced the skyline where in the distance the heavens upheaved with spears of lightning and the clouds snarled overhead dark and heavy with rain.

Wandering -- she would have said that too. "I wanted to crawl to the top of the world." As much as she had grown to love the ocean in the past few weeks, the ocean was flat and deep and impenetrable and no matter what vantage she chose she knew she would never witness its depths in its entirety. At least the upper world was transparent, with its trees and monsters and the moon.

"Have you found yourself a home?" The question was posed innocently enough; while she had no problem extending an invitation into her fold, it seemed like the man was too rough-shod and rawboned to acclimate well to the Nereides.