Cerulean Cape Salt

AW up to 2 others, please! Hoping for something faster-paced :) midday, overcast and light rain.

Nyamh had always loved the sea, the scent of the salt and how the seawater curled her fur. It even changed her scent, so that it all stayed with her. Spring had come, and her adventures had brought her here - she knew not what it was she sought, but her drive to explore had not yet been curbed. Today, she wandered the cape, every so often pausing to investigate crabs or tide pools. It was still cool, and the morning fog had given way to light rain come midday; Nyamh moved to the waters at this point, letting the tide wash over her forelegs as she squatted down to relieve herself.

He had been exploring along the coastline for sometime, there was nothing quite like the ocean breeze through his fur, and the scents of the sea so foreign compared to any of the other scents he'd come to known along his travels. He had first thought it an illusion when he saw the cream colored wolf appear in the far distance. Why would someone else be lingering out here?

He continued along his path, when what he saw the still distant wolf move towards the water. He called to them, making his presence known.

A damsel in distress or another loner? Kevalin always hoped for the latter. Fewer questions, less time, easier to wrap up and move on.

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Nyamh was halfway through her piss when another wolf called out to her. "OI!" The cream lass let out a bellow, shouting, "Can't give a lass her privacy when she's takin' a piss?!" Nyamh snorted and rolled her eyes, finished her pee, then moved out of the water. She approached the unknown male, looking him up and down. He was a colorful man, much more than herself. She stuck her muzzle in his face, not caring about his personal space, locking her eyes on his. "You get laughs off watchin' ladies piss 'n shit? You some weird fuck or something?" Her words, while crude and blunt, were not spoken with aggression - rather, she sounded teasing.

Kevalin shrugged nonchalantly, and eyed the female curiously as she invaded his space. Without missing a beat he quickly shot back "Would you have rather I have come closer?" He stood patiently as the female completed her inspection of him.

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He was unperturbed. That was new - Nyamh had a knack of ruining encounters, and indeed she'd ruined much simpler ones than these. She snorted, giving a soft snicker at his rebuttal. "So you are some sick fuck, then. You like getting pissed on?" A soft smirk and another snort. "Kinky." She pulled away from him. "You got a name, or am I jus' callin' you 'sick fuck'?"

Once her appraisal was through she'd pulled away from him, just like that. I do love me a feisty one. He couldn't stop himself from thinking. Kevalin quipped back, "'Sick Fuck' works just as good as any name to remember such an encounter. Although, If you wish to know more, you may call me Kevalin"

"Kevalin?" She repeated the name, frowning softly; she was certain she'd mispronounced it. "Sick fuck's easier." The irish lass snickered softly, then gave her name with a shrug, "Nyamh Rose. You can call me either, doesn' make no diff'rence to me." Nyamh moved away from him then, gesturing out to the water. "You like the ocean, Kev?"

He held back a chuckle watching her try to pronounce his name, he noticed her foreign tongue almost instantly, though it didn't phase him in the slightest. 

"Sick fuck it is then." 

"Nyamh Rose, huh? Well I know I definitely said that wrong." His chuckle came as a snort this time which he tried to hide behind a forced cough.

When she asked him of the ocean he felt drawn to the waters edge, allowing the gentle waves to wash over his paws before the water began to recede once more.

"I come to the ocean when the forests get too boring, you never know what you might find out here how about you?"

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"Aye, that ye fuckin' did." Nyamh grumbled, rolling her eyes. "It's Neeve, ya uncultured brute. Not that hard." She wasn't really irritated, but her accent wasn't that strong. Either way, it rolled off her shoulders easier than the saltwater did; she was still sodden.

"I don' leave the coast if I can help it." The sequoias along the coast were definitely a sight to see, but for the time being, she had no desire to leave the beach. She had caught wind of the pack to the south, but had no desire to visit it - even if it did have one of the best views so nearby. Nyamh huffed, turning her orange eyes to the southwest, where the shoreline continued for some distance. "I'm goin' this way."

Kevalin watched the female as she walked along the coast. "I may travel inland for a while. Maybe we'll catch up again?" He wasn't sure why but something seemed to be pulling him from the coast. Hopefully it wasn't to stir up trouble, but who knew what journey lay ahead this time.

Nyamh just shrugged, eyeing him. He was definitely a face to remember. She took a few steps away, then offered a, "Well... bye, then." before setting off. It had been an interesting interaction, she supposed, but the moment he was out of sight, he was out of mind.