WC: xx. Craptastical post.
The man's head tipped to look at her, and his bright, almost-white irises took her a little by surprise. They were beautiful and unusual, like diamonds or pearls. His voice rolled out with a lovely accent that gave her gooseflesh. He smiled at her and she couldn't help but smile back. "My name is Hanna. I just recently joined Anathema." She tried not to seem as though she was was fishing for information about previous packs this man had lived in. She did not want to immediately ask him if he had ever lived elsewhere, because she was not sure he had, but he definitely looked familiar to her.
She gazed out on the water, watching the foam-covered surf coming in to shore. It was no wonder he was sitting out here, it was lovely. She had always enjoyed watching the water, but she did not feel the connection to it that she had found in fire.