[AW]  This Isn't trespassing. I didn't even touch land.

Winnie

3 y/o medium Female
Her mind was so full of wonder and awe from the experience she just had. She had family! Not only that but he was huge! All her life she'd thought she was the only wolf alive and now she's learned there are thousands like her.. Well not completely like her but enough to say there were similar. She also believed she had no family and that her parents just left her to live on her own but that wasn't true either! He was just unconscious all this time. Slowly she maneuvered through the waves, her body gliding easily away from the island she'd just departed from. Part of her longed to return to him but she needed food and that was not something he could provide for her right now. 

Quietly she moved to the bottom of the sea her paws picked and sorting through different shells and odd looking rocks. Sometimes she'd open a shell and lick out the insides of it before tossing it back to the floor. Slowly she made her way up the sandy bottom till part of her back and fin was plain to see. The dorsal fin swaying in a "S" motion starting at the top and going down into the water to keep the water flowing over the top of her hidden gills. She felt a stream's compulsion start to push on her but she ignored it, the best the crabs sitting this this small water well. Taking one more step forward and fiddling with a spiny crustacean, her ears poked out of the surface and a sound caught her attention. It was the sound of something breathing and it sounded pretty close. Even slightly feeling the hot blast of air on her ears themselves. 

Winnie popped her head out of the water and stared into the face of the stranger her eyes trying focus on their face while water still ran over them. She took a good sniff and it was like nothing she'd ever smelt before. A weird smell, a strong one that reminded her of the red stuff the flowed through every creature. "Hello." She mumbled, something in her suddenly becoming extremely shy. 
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Odin

4 y/o xlarge Male
Odin    Soravir
It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the mammoth of a man to be seen carrying anything of substantial weight upon his hind. Whether it be armour for a special delivery or thick timber merely to help maintain his own mass, the male was simply a working brute. When his anvil wasn’t hot with steel, he scoped the forest for herbs and supplies for his craft; he rested only when he felt he had hours to do so. Hell, half the time he found himself asleep outside Anaru's den-step, and despite how new the day was, this time around things were a bit different. 

Odin found his heavy feet indenting wet soil, visionaries of crisp amber lounging outward at the churning waters before him. He was very fond of rising early in the morning just so he might have the chance of catching the start of a new rise. He didn’t toil on many things with this method either, starting at the crack of dawn was his way of feeling accomplished by the time he found his aching body grasping for slumber. “Hum…” His muzzle rested gingerly to the skies above, furs of blue and grey soaking up the calm breeze as he allowed himself a moment to relax and bask in the silence of nature. Of course, all good things had to come to an end, he just wasn’t expecting it to come from the likes of a talking fish. ”Hello.” 

Jumping nearly a foot in the air, the male let out a snarl, his newly crafted swords falling to the dirt from their place inside his holster. “W-What in… Who… Who are you?  Better yet, what are you? What is that?” He inched closer now, the sudden startle not enough to keep the doofus at bay. His nose wiggled back and forth, the mohawk that adorned his head sent up to full height as he found himself about to paw at the funny looking ribbon on her back. “Are… Are you the new craftsman? Urm, craftswoman, I’ve been hearing about?” He didn’t want to offend her, but she certainly didn’t look like much. There wasn’t anything wrong with that though, he, himself, was something of an underdog. @Winnie

"do not tread in fear, my dove, but in faith."
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Winnie

3 y/o medium Female




Winnie Beltiz

“If you never try how could you know?”



Winnie watched as all the shiny metal upon the wolf's back fell to the ground in front of her. Her eyes mesmerized by the look of it and the sound ringing in her ears sounded like music, beautiful and crisp. She couldn't help herself and she pulled her entire body out of the water to examine the shiny plates and wooden studs on them. Her ears flicking back to try and catch what he said but it was lost on her even if she did catch it. "These are so beautiful! How did you do it?" She mumbled in awe. Never in her life had she seen anything like these works of art. They brought a feeling of joy and masterful workmanship to her heart. "They are like little pools of water.. Only they are stiff and not fluid in movement." She went to touch one of the pieces and jumped back in pain as the edge of it caught on her paw pad. "And dangerous." She grumped, licking at the slight cut. 

Winnie looked at the male and watched his face. She didn't really know why he was so surprised to see her but nothing felt wrong about what she was doing. She had earlier noticed him looking at her fin and now that the awe of the shinies wore off she turned her head to look at it to see if anything was wrong. Nothing popped out at her so she shrugged and listened to the male. He was massive compared to the rest of the wolves she'd met so far and definitely the weirdest smelling. It reminded her of the flower princess, she smelled so nice it was hard not to stay around her forever. She realized her mind was drifting from the conversation so the let the thoughts die and just stared at the male trying her best to look interested. 

"Speaking,"


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