The cool air was a relief after the stuffy, sickly scent of the badger sett, and Ferox drank it in greedily. The salt stung his throat and the wind scoured his nostrils, but he did not mind. All around him the ocean crashed and roared, a living thing that, for some reason, had grabbed the wolf in his clutches but, instead of dragging him asunder, had chosen to spit him out instead on this godforsaken island during the last dregs of winter. The moon was full and bright above him, casting its pale pallor on his snowy fur and cloaking him in a strange magnificence that seemed fitting. Somewhere across that unforgiving sea lay the relatively warm folds of land that made up his home. He considered howling, but knew it would do him no good, as nobody would be listening out for his call.Sighing almost sadly, he turned from the scene and limped his painful way back into the den, where he watched Leviathan polish off the last scraps of bird.

When she had finished, he moved back to his nest and lay down, whimpering from the pain in his side. His throat had begun to hurt again and his chest had tightened slightly so he found it painful to breathe. He is distracted from his moanings by the female though, and he finds her reply to him satisfyingly short. So she had a personality after all. He turned his muzzle to regard you, a mixture of emotions on his muzzle that not even he was able to accurately dismember. Her expression, one of confusion and annoyance, was easy enough to make sense of though, and he found himself watching her carefully, “You two sound closer than friends to me although, as you have made very clear, it is none of my business. Surely though, with you being bosom buddies and all, you would have heard the rumors about him? The air in Diveen is rife with them, although that is only to be expected since our bloodline is so pure. Perhaps tonight when you speak with him, you can ask him what connection his previous mate had with him before they coupled.” He shrugged and set about chewing a front paw, indicating that it was only a suggestion he was making. However, he wondered whether he had managed to sow a seed of doubt in her mind. In his own, proud way, he was repaying her for her healing. Surely every wolf's prospective mate would like to know all about their future significant other before they bred? He knew he would, if he was in her shoes.

Leviathan of Glorall glared at him from the mouth of the den, although she did not reply immediately. Instead she warned him of how his body would ache when the storm clouds he had spied earlier rolled in. He grimaced, already feeling more sore than he had a moment ago, but still managed a smile as she countered his earlier question regarding her and Tess. He did not reply though, feeling that there was little more to say on the subject. Instead, he too let his head loll on his paws and fell into a fitful sleep.

OOC: You want to continue at dawn? I am still enjoying the thread and would like to carry on but, if you aren't, we could end it.