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From the corner of his eye, Floki could see subtle movement that indicated that the other wolf had noticed him. But the stranger did not call out or move towards him. For now, Floki focused on the feel of the waves splashing gently against his ankles, breathing deeply to pull the briny air into his lungs. He wanted to close his eyes and lose himself in the moment, but feared letting his guard down; for all he knew, the other wolf could attack when he least expected it.

Seconds ticked past and then Floki slowly turned towards his distant companion. Blue eyes observed quietly, taking in the male's appearance, and then he dropped his head ever so slightly, offering a wordless greeting meant to indicate his good intentions. He often enjoyed interacting with the wolves he met during his travels, but had learned to follow their lead; if an individual presented as hostile, then he would know to be defensive.

With the water swirling around his feet -- and the flash of small silver fish evident beneath the surface -- he stepped in the direction of the ashen wolf, feeling a change in the breeze as he shifted his body.