The sound of far-off footsteps caused her to tense up momentarily, but she did not turn her head to see who else was wandering the rocky shore. A pack sentry would have already hailed her; this canine padded in a slow, relaxed gait, clearly not concerned with her presence. She would have stubbornly ignored the other completely if the cold sea breeze hadn't drifted his approaching scent in her direction. It reminded her of Alder; the warm scents of horsehide and leather, coupled with acrid metal and the nostalgic sweetness of a household. This male, for his scent was undeniably masculine, obviously belonged to the Cour des Miracles. So they were the pack on the beach, she realized, mentally noting that this was where Alder lived should she need to contact him.
Drawing her legs up to her chest, the Optime glanced casually over her shoulder to the stranger. They were high above the water, its turbulent rumbling and hissing of spray quiet background noise. She saw he was in the halfling form, heavy muscles bulky beneath his thick fur coat. His curled tail and blunt muzzle denoted that he was more dog than wolf, perhaps no wolf at all. And then, as he came into view, his figure became more familiar. The dark mask that marked his face, the pale mixture of sand, cream, and stone grey that made up his pelt, and... those vivid green eyes, unforgettable. The last time she had seen him, he had been in his Optime form -- saving her life, firmly trying to guide her onto the right path. He was real after all, not simply a dream or half-forgotten hallucination. She suddenly felt anxious and ashamed, knowing it would disappoint the angel to know how she had fallen further. Colibri stood up wordlessly to watch him, wondering if he would even remember her from their encounter years ago.