"Dodododododododo....hmmmm.....dododododododo....ahhhyeahyeah...."Ophelia skipped along, humming and randomly making no sense at all with her meaningless singing, a bright smile on her face. Today was a terribly nice day, if Ophelia did say so herself. On good days, what was better then dancing? Ophelia began to make her own beat by make a 'boom' sound with her mouth every once and awhile. She began to stomp to the beat, her body swaying back and forth, as if she was a marionette flowing in the wind. Ophelia began to clap, still swaying as she began to move her feet in complex motions, her body simply moving along. The sound of the water crashing against the shore only added to the growing and flowing beat. A cheerful smile was plastered on Ophelia's face as she did what she loved: Dancing.

The style changed rather quickly. From tribal, to a ballet. Her moves changed from flowing and fun to elegant and graceful. She spun in a complete circle, her arms forming a circle. She then did a quick pirouette before landing softly, without a sound. The beat was still vivid in her ears, so Ophelia continued to change, from dance style to dance style. The last dance was far more seductive then the rest, and it was one of Ophelia's favorite. It was her tribe's mating dance, to bind two mates together for eternity and beyond. Ophelia had to preform this dance many times, for it called down the gods and made them merge two souls together. This dance requires quite a bit of shimmying and hip shaking, plus, it has a super fast beat, which made Ophelia love it even more. Ballet was fun, but far to slow for Ophelia's liking.

The dance began with Ophelia's legs apart and her head down, eyes closed with her breathing slowed. Ophelia then began to stomp, in between the beats of the water hitting hitting the shore. Ophelia even began to clap along with her stomping, and finally, the dance began. It started out with some low shimmying, and soon, Ophelia was moving her hips like she was a belly dancer. The dance then became faster, with repetitive hip shakes and super fast shimmies. The dance soon began to slow down, her hips moving in a sultry way, sleek and smooth. Her hands stopped clapping, and instead came together, then apart, while slowly rising above her head, her body still moving in a bewitching way. Then, her hips began to shake quickly, as if she was stuck in tremolo. Then, the dance ended with two last well defined hip shakes, a smile wide smile appearing Ophelia's face.

"YAY!" Ophelia lifted her arms up above her head, her hands balled into fists, a look of success on her face. She hadn't done that dance for months, yet she still knew it and was great at it! Why wouldn't she be happy? Ophelia began to joyously laugh, eyes bright and sparkling as she slowly lowered her arms down to her side. Her smile and laughing began to fade, though. Why? Because there was always room for improvement. She could always get better at a dance. Ophelia got into a different position, this position was for salsa. Of course, ti was hard to do the salsa all alone, but Ophelia would surely trying.

Ophelia was completely unaware of a stranger watching her, and continued on without noticing. She did a few spins alone, before a rather random stranger appeared literally out of nowhere. As the stranger grabbed her waist and pulled her close, Ophelia struggled to push him away with a stunned look on her face. Sadly, he was to strong for the short lady. He was grinning, and telling by his stance, he knew the salsa. Should she trust him? He did appear out of nowhere, as if he was spying on her, and plus, a grin didn't always mean friendliness. Unless you were Ophelia, then it did. Ophelia gave a small shrug, and a smile appeared on her face. Oh well, might as well trust the suspicious stranger. Her hips first began to shake slowly, but began to get more and more speed, until finally, she was at full speed. Her feet began to move, back and forth back and forth, eyes meeting the strangers without any fear. She lifted his arm and spun under, and thus, the salsa began.

The quick salsa began to end after ten minutes, slowly coming to an end with Ophelia spinning a few more times before it finally ended. She panted, for she hadn't had such a skilled partner in awhile. It was nice to be with someone who knew how to dance, and could do it well. Ophelia gave another charming smile, before finally escaping his grip. "You are pretty good. I'm Ophelia! Nice to meet you! Who are you?" Ophelia observed the coyote man before her, and noticed that he had a few bandages. "Oh my! Are you hurt? What happened?" As she asked this question, Ophelia began to think of her new friend, Vesper. She was hurt too, and talked about 'Inferni.' What was an Inferni? Ophelia didn't know anything about the packs in the area yet, so it was only normal that she wouldn't know what Inferni was. This male was an interesting man, interesting indeed. He was a coyote, but still taller then Ophelia, which made her a bit sad. Why was so small? But never mind that. He came out of nowhere, and he was a skilled salsa dancer. One question remained in Ophelia's mind. Who is this mysterious man?

Putting her question aside, she suddenly turned her head away from the man, and towards the water. The sound of water hitting the shore was a constant beat, similar to a heartbeat. Her foot began to tap against the ground, and she even began to sway, a serene smile appearing on her face. Music surrounds life. Or, to put in a more poetic way, music is life. Dancing came naturally to Ophelia, especially when there was a constant beat. Glancing to the man, she gave a grin. "I bet you don't know this dance!" Was this a challenge that Ophelia made? Who knows. Ophelia began to do the same dance, her old tribe's mating dance, but it was much slower. Her shimmies seemed to be in slow motion, along with her hip shakes and low dips to the ground, slowly lowering herself before rising, her hands in the air. Suddenly, her hip shakes began to speed up, along with the shimmies as she began to do repetitive turns that a ballerina would be jealous off. The spins slowed, and finally ended, and Ophelia instantly switched back to the seductive moves that she was taught for the tradition and sacred dance of her old tribe. It ended with one last spin, that showed grace that Ophelia actually didn't have, since she truly was a clumsy creature. As she finished, Ophelia was panting, eyes bright, as if waiting for the male's approval of the dance. Ophelia was a rather unsure lady, and felt as if she needed to be approved or praised for the things she do. If she wasn't.... well, she would often become discouraged and quit whatever she was doing. Thus, Ophelia waited, watching the male with her full focus, wondering what he thought.

As the handsome coyote man before her kissed her hand, she couldn't help but blush brightly under her fur, and instantly pull her hand away after he kissed it. "T-Thank you, H-Helotes. Y-You dance-e well, f-for a male." She couldn't help but stutter. After she spoke, she put her hands over her mouth, to stop her from babbling. She was still embarrassed, poor thing, and when Ophelia got embarrassed, out came a whole bunch of stuttering mumbo jumbo.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Ophelia watched the man with concern in her sky blue eyes. It wasn't odd for Ophelia to already care for a stranger, Vesper was proof. Although, Vesper did act a bit more cautious and on edge, unlike this rather easygoing salsa dancer before her. Ophelia gave a hesitant smile, still unsure whether she should believe if he was alright or not. Ophelia wanted to believe him, but she couldn't help but think that he wasn't completely alright. You could call it her 'motherly sense' or something like that.

After Ophelia danced, she couldn't help but grin. Her eyes held sincere happiness, holding a childish joyfulness in their aqua depths. "Thank you, Mr. Helotes!" Ophelia giggled softly, before she watched the male once more, a curious look in her eyes once again. She sniffed the air, and smelled the ocean (of course), but she also scented a smell that she had never smelled before. "Helotes, are you perhaps from a.... pack?" It was a bit of a guess, but Ophelia couldn't hold the hopeful delight from her Spanish accented voice. Ophelia was thrilled with the mere thoughts of a pack. She hadn't been in one for so long, and she didn't even know that there were packs here! Ophelia gazed at the man before her with expectant and excited eyes, almost like a young child about to buy a toy that they have been wanting for months. "By the way, Helotes, do you know any other dances?" With a slight tilt of her head, Ophelia continued to watch the man with an innocent gaze. They were going to get along just fine, at least.... Ophelia hoped the would.