The flooding had done little to abate. Even with the rise of summer, the waters still seemed unwilling to completely return to wherever they had come from. In fact, most mornings had been heralded by a veil of rain, and cool breezes from the sea had meant there was little reason for the water to evaporate. Yet somehow Elohim found himself enjoying those mornings. One could see the ghostly outline of trees rising up from the pools of water, and mist seemed to rise from the ocean itself as the gulls picked their away across the shoreline like spectres.

There was something else on the shoreline though, Elohim had noted. It wasn't Menkhet, Asteraia's cunning princess, which surprised Elohim enough to make him curious. He'd long since abandoned the duties of active patrol, having surrendered Glorall's borders to the flood waters when they'd come. Still, he felt some kind of responsibility for the seaside pack, or at least those that still came to explore it from time to time. As far as Elohim was concerned, most of those that had lived there had started to make lives for themselves elsewhere with surprising ease and so, why should he remain tied down simply because his father had unburdened himself from the chains of leadership? Elohim had never agreed to be tied down by those very same chains. Yet...

Eventually, he'd watched the wolf long enough from the periphery. They'd taken to a washed up seal, having driven the gulls away and into silence. From his time spent watching them, Elohim had started trying to piece together some kind of identity for the stranger. They seemed a stranger to it all, and Elohim wondered if he'd been watching some kind of ghost. He might have believed it too, had they not torn into the seal's flesh with such frenzy. He smirked at the idea. If he was going to see any ghosts, he imagined it'd be Achlys or Ehiyeh. Whoever he had been watching was very much alive, and very much relaxed after having their fill.

He approached openly and without any attempt to hide himself. Despite his confidence, Elohim did not wear the arched tail of an alpha, or even the defiant stride of a pack wolf. No, Elohim moved without any weight to him, little more than a shadow to match the ghost that rested on the carcass. His eyes - orange and wide - watched the stranger keenly, yet he did not speak at first. Instead, he simply watched as he came to a pause several feet from them. Curious, he sniffed, and his head tilted with interest. They smelt earthy despite the rain, and not like any particular place or pack.

"Had I known the invitation was here, I would have come to share a meal." He offered the stranger the same neutrality they had presented him with, though his smile was far more wane and discrete. After all, they were still a stranger and despite the time spent watching them, Elohim knew nothing about them. They were still a mystery, and if his time alive had taught him anything...Mysteries could be just as dangerous as any threat. "Should we be expecting any other guests?"