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

Winter air blew through his pelt, but he barely felt the cold bite with his thick black coat to protect him. A yawn escaped him from being woken from his nap, and he grumbled in annoyance to the empty air. Large paws carried him lazily through the lands, having no agenda for the day. Really he never had an agenda, but it seemed that even less had been happening in his life as of late. Padfoot was growing bored, and that was when his friends always said he became dangerous and reckless. He was not a mean wolf, but he also sometimes took things too far for a joke or for fun. Especially when he was bored and needed some entertainment. Before his friends had been there to keep him in check, unless another one of them was in need of some special entertainment too, then all hell could break lose. But he had not been with his foursome in a long time, and the boredom came more and more often. He supposed that was what had brought him back to Blossom, growing bored of exploring the other lands he had found.

Padfoot’s scarred form wandered aimlessly, noticing that he had wandered to the ocean once again. Normally he would like to swim, but it was too cold, even for him with his thick winter pelt. So the male continued on, wondering if there would be anything interesting to happen today. His audettes perked when he heard the sounds of what appeared to be another wolf, crying. He was torn on whether to go forward, or ignore it. It was the voice of one of his friends in his head that urged him forward. He was surprised when he saw the form of an entirely white wolf, the contrast to his entirely black one, close to the water’s edge, too wrapped up in her own sorrows to notice his approach. He called out to her, wondering what was wrong but also not wanting to pry into her personal life. "The ocean . . . It ate my sister . . .Oceans ate Alaska . . ." The large brute flinched at the words. He could only assume that her sister had drowned, and that was a horrible way for anyone to go. But he didn’t say this out loud, not wanting to make her sorrow worse. ”I’m very sorry for your loss…” He had never been good at this, and he wasn’t sure what else there was to say. Especially to someone he had only just met.

Slowly the female began to stand, and Padfoot’s grey orbs watched her carefully in case she should fall into the waters. "I wish to avenge my sister. I need to make up for not only my own life, but for hers who was lost. Can you by chance . . . Help make me feel better? I know you don't know me . . . But I'd give for anything to feel okay again . . ." Padfoot’s grey orbs widened in surprise at her words and she gave him a very pretty smile. Normally he would have jumped at that smile with his normal flirtatious self. But for some reason it didn’t seem right this time, probably because she was still crying and he wouldn’t feel right about it. But he also wasn’t sure what to do to make her feel better. He had lost loved ones, friends who had become brothers to him, and often times there was little comfort that others could give when that happened. The male padded forward, urging her away from the water, standing next to her and his plume reaching to touch her flank, urging her closer towards the trees and not near the water. Getting away from the water would be the first step.

”Why don’t we go for a walk, in the trees, it will…shelter us from the cold wind.” He didn’t want to tell her that she shouldn’t be near the water, not wanting to draw any more attention to it. ”I’m Padfoot by the way. What’s a pretty girl like you called?” He smiled softly to her, not being able to help throwing a compliment in but not wanting to go overboard. A part of him wanted to ask her what to do to make her feel better, but he didn’t know if that was worse. Padfoot walked next to her, his plume occasionally reaching out to touch her flank in what he hoped she would see to be comforting. Really he had no idea what he was doing and he just didn’t want to make the situation any worse. Maybe if he could get her far enough away from the water, and talking about something other than her sister, it would distract her enough. The male could think of other ways to distract her, but surely that was not something she would go for…

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