There was the soft crunch of paws on the sand and Ryan didn’t have to turn her head to know that it was Gabriel drawing closer to her. The slight breeze that blew had sent his familiar scent drifting by her so that she didn’t bother turning. He would stop by if he needed or wanted to talk. And Ryan, she figured, wouldn’t mind so much if he decided that he did.
The crunching was right next to her and then the gruff voice of the Aquila spoke, "Oh, Ryan, I didn’t see you there." She looked over to him and offered a light smile. Even in lupus, the smallest of the three forms, he still looked powerful. No wonder he seemed to be such a natural leader. Ryan felt sorry for anyone who dare defy or step in the way of Gabriel. "Don’t worry about it," she said softly, pushing some of the auburn curls away from her eyes. "How are you?" She asked to be conversational, but also because it seemed as if something was on his mind. After all, Gabriel would be the last person Ryan would peg as being so absentminded to nearly trip over someone else on his own lands.