The Tangle airë

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What might have been a day of quiet solitude by the sea unraveled into something else. Not that he minded.
Astier turned his head, catching sight of her first; the mother, draped in silver, her back veiled in frost-kissed strands. Away from her pups, no doubt, scouring the land in search of sustenance as any good mother should. And yet, she was thin; too thin. The soft curve of her ribs pressed against her skin, an unspoken testament to struggle. His gaze moved upward, meeting hers; eyes like the tide, vast and weary.
He stepped toward her, measured, careful not to drive her off. Unfortunate, that she sought her quarry here. The cliffs were merciless, their prey scarce, and those who misstepped were claimed by the depths. He did not intend to explain to wailing pups why their mother never returned.
„Your search for flesh is in vain.” His voice was even, cold but not unkind; a warning, or perhaps merely an observation. Whether she heeded it or not was no concern of his.
And then, another; more delicate, younger, untouched by hardship in the way the silver mother had been. Draped in ivory, lingering at the edge of his periphery. For a moment, amusement flickered in the ice of his expression. Was this fate’s favor? He found himself surrounded, the lone wraith amid the tide. And both of them, in their own way, might have suited his tastes.
Not that he was ruled by something so fleeting; if ever he were to court, it would be by his own design, his own customs, slow and deliberate, as all things of worth should be. But first, he would see them, understand them.
His gaze settled on the pale one, sharp yet unreadable. He inhaled deeply, the salt lacing his breath. „Did hunger call to you as well?”