Oystercatcher Tide Pools i. requiem aeternam

A figure emerged from the mist off the sea, though who came into view was not much more different than the gray, drab landscape. A wolf in similar shades, brown eyes, large but fairly unassuming—

But smelling of other wolves.

Hi, Manea said curtly, giving a brusque nod in return.

She continued her path, keen on walking on unless the other continues to interrogate her. And she figured it might happen, so she kept her pace slow; it would be more annoying to have turned her back completely and then be interrupted.