Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

Paws carried the large darkly hued brute along the ocean’s edge. Waves crashed next to his paws, some of them large enough to immerse the bottom of his stilts in water. Each time the water touched him it sent a chill through him. It really was much colder than the lakes previous pool. But it was still the middle of summer, and the sun heated his dark pelt so he welcomed the cool chill. It was very quiet here, not many wolves about. Really there was only varg that he had been able to find so far, what appeared to be a female laying down near the water’s edge by herself. Padfoot walked closer to try and see if she had others with her, or if she indeed was alone. When the scarred male walked closer he saw that she was alone, and wondered why she was sitting by herself. She was very pretty, so surely others had noted her beauty and been intrigued? It appeared that there were no others around though, and so the male decided to go ahead and say hello.

A smile touched his kissers as he spoke to alert her to his presence. She did not seemed bothered that he had interrupted the silence that had been all around them. Before he had even released his vocals, she was smiling back and let out a giggle. She hadn’t moved from her position on the ground, and Padfoot waited to see if she was okay with his company or not based on her reaction. She continued to have the flirtatious smile on her lips as she looked back towards the water, playing along with his usual games it seemed. "Hmm, wouldn't you like to know.” Padfoot let out a barking laugh as he padded a few steps closer and sat down close to her, letting his plume wrap lazily around his paws. She was going to be fun for sure. She moved herself to a sitting a position, her white color contrasting his dark one as she continued her speech. "Helps me relax, the sight and the sounds. And who might you be, mister?” The femme brushed her shoulder playfully against his as she wrapped her own plume around her paws, and his own flirtatious smirk returned to his features.

“Hmmm?” her soft vocals reached his ears once more. Clearly he was too slow at answering her, and he waited another moment before speaking, musing on what he should or shouldn’t tell her. The brute rose, padding closer to the water but letting his plume slowly, teasingly, brush alongside her at the same time. ”Well I am a lot of things I suppose. But I’m known as Padfoot, at your service ma’am.” He gave her a small bow, a playful smile on his lips as he did so. He walked around to the other side of her, sitting back down, a bit closer than before but still giving their pelts some distance, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. ”And what is it you are called, pretty miss?” He cocked his head, audettes alert to her voice.

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3