Sequoia Coast ﹙ꕥ﹚Called to the Devil and the Devil did come

a large seabird arced its fierce wings, soaring overhead with a struggling fish in its claws. sobeille’s gaze turned back to the figure, realizing that she had been noticed.

a voice called over the surf. it held a tinge to it sobeille did not recognize. she pulled closer, now standing upon the dampened swash-line. hello. she returned back, gaze flicking to the sea beyond them. de water nice?

a vulgar thought came to her then and she was moved to act on it — but the stranger was just out of reach. sobeille had learned to be careful these last few months; exacting, even, in her attempts. the risk here outweighed the reward, and so sobeille left the swimming wolf to their own devices, wondering if they knew what malevolence they’d only narrowly avoided.