blood and rust

The dusty-furred female drew her ears forward, against the wind, listening to the woman speak of the one seaweed that Eos had no knowledge of. Drawing her sea-water eyes towards the tide with a small smile, the naiad almost lost herself in the vision that was presented before her. Their pack lands were beautiful. The foreigner was not at all surprised that even the natural, jutting cliffs had wanted to conceal the land that existed beyond them. Flicking her tail nervously behind her, the willowy woman continued following after Caiaphas, until she had been led to the edge of the waters. Once there, Eos listened to the woman explain the different uses for the plant life that grew near the edge of the ocean. They turned over rocks (omg i almost typed cocks) with the intent of gathering as much of the seaweed as was possible. The constant scent of salt and brine that drifted through the air was enough to put Eos at ease in their pack, immediately finding comfort in their ways. Flicking her eyes upwards, locking on the shoulder blades of the darker female, Eos huffed quietly. “What are you called?” she inquired carefully, realizing that they had not yet shared names with each other.