The watery depths of life

Turning, Luka frowned and lay down. He rolled over, stuck his paws straight into the sky and stared at them. He turned his head down, and stared at his back paws. He didn't move otherwise.


Reithio stood and followed the female, loosing interest in the suddenly very boring male. Wind rippled through the fur around his head, but he smiled and sat off to the side, watching the female. He showed no interest nor caution towards the human lights. He had no memories to fear of them, having never encountered them.

Burgdis sniffed the air. She continued walking, a bit crooked because of her splayed paw. Burgdis was alert for any danger, mostly the black wolf. Burgdis could see the outline of the cave and sighed, turning around. Just as she did, she thought she saw a rustle in the brush. It wasn't even windy anymore. Dead silence followed, with nothing but the slow dull lullaby of the breaking waves.
she frowned and shook her fur. The sun was rising in the sky, just behind her, creating a halo almost. Burgdis looked around, slowly, scanning the land. She didn't move, sure that the wolf was still here.

Still in silence, Luka stood and shook himself off. Dust and leaves floated listlessly to the ground, the male turned, and he began to run. Not away, but not to anything, either. He was aimless in his activity, only the urge to move and stretch his limbs was the cause of the sudden rapid movement.


Reithio crouched and slunk through the underbrush of the trees and foliage of where he was. His dark coat made for a perfect blending with the dark leaves. He placed his paws carefully, and made no sound save for the soft swish of his tail, and of his fur ruffling with his slow movement.

Burgdis sat down and stared into the night, the trees where she was sure the wolf was. She turned away, still alert, yet curious. She stared off into the distant waves and watched as the sun rose sparkling red in the deep ocean water. Burgdis sighed at the salty breeze, and furrowed her brow in annoyance as seagulls awoke and flew in the sky, screeching. Soon Burgdis stretched out her limbs and looked towards the trees, deciding to look for the wolf.

Luka ran right past the female, his tail brushing over her muzzle as he vaulted off into the trees again and kept running. His fur waved smoothly in the wind, his eyes were alight with his old pup like humor, the clouds swirling overhead caught his eyes, the way the blue pierced the white occasionally to make a white blue swirly.


Reithio, distracted with staring at the male that had just ran past, brushed his nose with a tree branch and stumbled backwards. His face screwed into a mixture of confusion and surprise, the male huffed sharply and sneezed roughly. He sways momentarily, stunned at his very open display of carelessness and clumsiness. He forgot about the two wolves he had previously been watching with keen senses.