Dragoncrest Cliffs the sugary smell of springtime

It was an accented voice that swept over him.

Good, He offered in his graveled tones. Short but honest. Eadwulf had not struggled yet. Although he had not spent much time down by the shore, perhaps...intimidated by its waves and winds.

It has offered plenty to look at. Pale muzzle swayed up to point towards the skies in all their glory. A shimmering sea much different from the one out on the sands. He wondered if she would be as enraptured by it as he found himself. Or perhaps it was nothing new to the wolves who lived here.