It was not his best move, probably not his worst either but well, Annubis is anything if not brash and reckless from time to time. It was only a matter of time before that side of him decided to pop back out into the open. And it had.

She was a pretty little thing, meek and silent as he herds her successfully away from Tinuvel and onto the beach of Paradise with little to no fight. Raven-tipped ears twitch, multifaceted eyes of golden hues wary as she slips free of the surf and shakes the droplets of water from her coat of brandished gold.

Slowly, he wades from the foam-capped waves, his water-logged tail dragging behind him in the wet sand as he closes the gap between them. Intrigued.

She does not acknowledge him at first. Instead, her dark profile turns back towards the deep channel of ocean water that had brought her onto these shores and far from the Inlet and her calico king. A small, miniscule part of him feels the first twinge of guilt, the first tug of regret that whispers in a soft and hushed tone that there were better ways than to tear apart a mother and child. He was growing soft. His affection for Izumi and Hymn had softened his resolve. He almost feared seeing the judgement in Hymn’s eyes or the firm, disapproving press of her lips as she glared at him. The thought is enough to make him think twice.

That is, until the fury begins to ignite.

Again, the mare shakes out her coat, this time, more than just droplets of water and sand fling from her sides. Behind those sharp eyes, rage burns so brightly that he can feel the scorching touch from here. And the impish smile on his lips grows.

Slowly, the silver wolf draws closer, prowling like a wolf on the hunt. Golden eyes glimmer as he tilts his head towards her, inky tendrils hanging limp against the thick swell of his muscular throat. ”Got over your sadness pretty quickly there little bird. You looked like you might have needed a savior. I just couldn’t resist.” he murmured, his suave tones playful and taunting as he came to a halt just in front of her. Raven whipcord flicks idly against his sterling hip. ”Got a name, precious? Or shall I just continue to pepper you with labels until one sticks?”