Lost Creek Hollow There's delays on the planes out of Eastern Montana

i hope you don't mind me! <3

though the lake was a far cry from the frothing waves of the sea, absent the tangy saltwater that had dominated the west of the fjord that had born the siren prince. but it is water deep enough to swim and that had to be enough. his head breaks the surface and he swims to the shallows and pulls himself onto the bank, the soft muddy earth giving way beneath his paws.

he gives a hefty shake of his coat so he didn't look quite so like a drowned rat, takes a long drink of the water before pushing forward. seeking nothing but to discover.

he comes across the stranger, her form morphing from the horizon, smoke and ash drawn with honeyed golds and dark amber accents. she's stunning, dracarys thinks, his frostbound gaze cutting sharply from the woman to the calf she was stalking.

he does not ask permission to join her on her hunt: not caring about the calf in reality, in stead given into the temptation of his own curiosity. but he would not block her from her quarry. if aiding her in taking it down was how he could wrap his teeth in the mystery she eludes then so be it.