Felicity took pride in her discerning nose, for never had it failed her. Following the scent of brine to the west had been a veritable breeze. The cliffs north of the woods, molded into a stony embrace, opened to the sea. Just as Crixus promised.
What she was less pleased about was the salt. It saturated the air, clogged her nose, stung her eyes. And though she had yet to set a paw into the water’s shallows, she suspected a tackiness had already begun to settle into her pristine coat upon her arrival.
The male had seemed so forthcoming, his proposition so full of potential, but this place was… miserable.
She spent some minutes pacing the shoreline in the rain, loosening her muscles and the deep tension in her expression, which had surely resulted from her disdain for the sea. It would not do to approach the wolf who’d graciously offered her something of value with a wrinkled muzzle and thin eyes. After a time, the odor of the ocean grew more tolerable, and she’d successfully acclimated herself to the sand, having been so unused to walking upon a malleable surface.
Then, and only then, did she lifted her muzzle to release a song into the sky.
Felicity had forgotten the names of the other wolves Crixus mentioned, for they’d been absent at the time—and she’d been unable to impress a face upon her memory to match to their monikers. No matter. Knowing one was enough, for certainly any denizen of the bay would be able to point her in his direction if he himself did not show.
It had been a while, after all, since their meeting last. Who knew if he was even in the area still?
Jun 22, 2018 12:20 AM
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