Ocean's Breath Plateau careful when you come through my way

The man before her was silent in many ways—his broad muzzle following the direction of her eyes across the endless sea. His question drew an arching of her brows, her consideration given primarily to the taste of salt she could sense upon his own fur. A wolf did not become one with the ocean unless they enjoyed it, and the regal stance indicated to her he was certainly here by his own accord.

Ketzia, however, held revealing the truth to heart, and her slender shoulders rolled back in a light acknowledgement. “Beautiful, yet terrifyingly dangerous.”

She paused, an ear flicking before she cast her exotic features toward him once more. “You’re a wolf of the sea, then?”