before the fray

Leucothoë watched the waves with great interest. They were so very peaceful this day... So calm. Noting something in her peripherals, Leucothoë whipped her head in that direction. It was the lovely pale wolf she had met with Wynter the other day. Her tail twitched idly as she watched the other send something quite clearly dyed into the sea–the last time she had checked, she had seen no walking blue creatures wandering their territory–and the silver girl is quick to alter her days plan.

On all fours for certain now, Leucothoë moves to trot toward the white woman, tail waving pleasantly as the youth approaches. “Why was it blue?” the curious Leucothoë wastes no time in showing off her curious nature, something the girl was trying to quell (Minthe had warned her it could get her into some trouble, one day).