Oystercatcher Tide Pools i. requiem aeternam

The greeting was all the encouragement Heph needed to make her own interpretation. She chose to consider the walking not completely away as an invitation and aligned her own steps with the other wolf's with ease, tracing the surroundings with her gaze before turning her attention back towards the light colored wolf. "Should I assume you have a name to match your good looks or shall I think of something colorful?" There was a faint hint of teasing in her voice, light and easy that faded in and out with the lap of the waves on the shore. "My name is Heph by the way." She identified herself with little care, the she-wolf was one who often enough wished to be easily found and placed little value on what she was called.