The cold wind blew over her ghostly form, white-washed eyes staring out at the ocean, the silvery paws of the female shuffled a bit in the sand. Despite the biting cold of the beach winds, Illyria found herself panting. In the middle of winter, the drive assaulting her body was nearly unbearable, but the drive to remain on the outskirts of social life was higher. She was here only for one wolf, and he would be along any moment. She appreciated the white and silver clouds that seemed to haunt the skies this time of the year. They too seemed fat and ready to burst, though this day they moved quickly over the horizon. Silver trimmed eyelids shut against stinging sands when the wind kicked up too harshly.
So far, Glorall had been a veritable paradise, and the trim female was appreciative of such a thing. It did not get overly cold, unless you were on the beach. Illyria had decided against doing such a thing, however, as there were just too many seals on the coast for her liking. A soft, haunting song was sung for Dieloch to join her. Though she was not much of a talkative wolf, she did appreciate the male's company. Their bond seemingly deeper due to years of protecting one another and being there for each other in general. She waited, knowing he would not dally much in his getting to her. If ever she had a need for something, he was a wolf she knew she could turn to. She hoped he understood the same was true if he ever needed anything.
When he does arrive, the pale woman turns her eyes on him, a fleeting tug on the corners of her lips given as a smile. "Dieloch." She states simply on her siren song voice. The white tip of her tail twitches a bit as she begins to feel the things his proximity does to her. Perhaps, it was only winter talking, or her intense closeness with her companion that made her feel so intensely. It hardly mattered, only that he was here was of any consequence to her.
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