WC: 448 // have a totally creepy stalker-Coli! xD
The Sugarwoods had proved to be an interesting place, both with the plants she had found and harvested, and the strange soul she had encountered. But eventually Colibri found herself drifting again, leaving the trees in favor of the southern coastline. She had always thought of herself as more of a forest wolf than anything else, loving the verdant canopy above her and the quiet leaves all around. But lately, it seemed as though the rocky cliffs and jagged stone were all that called to her anymore. She did not have a home, and as a loner, it felt safer to continuously move between the territories rather than linger near a pack and risk being harmed by them. Mountains and cliffs were harsh and unforgiving, but at least she could be by herself there, drowning out her thoughts with the crashing ocean and winds.
That was her plan, at least, although it was soon obvious to the slim werewolf that she was not alone here. A glimmer of gold caught in the sunlight -- a flaxen figure was moving delicately by the shoreline, deftly climbing closer to the shallows. Coli set her ears back with a frown; she did not want to disturb anyone, lest they belong to the nearby Cour des Miracles. But a moment's observation made her curious. Even from a distance, the stranger seemed so feminine; not just her long hair, but the grace with which she moved, the slender curve to her tawny frame. Her ears, though, they were too long to be that of a wolf -- she must be a coyote, at least in part.
Intrigued, Coli padded lightly over the rocky beach, taking care to make her approach as stealthy as she could. The salty sea air was masking the scent of the coywolf, and she wanted to know what she was doing so far south from Inferni. She shivered, remembering the last time she had been close to coyotes -- they had not treated her kindly, and she had repaid their cruelty in full. Still, she would be the first to admit that one's heritage did not predetermine one's personality; that would be highly hypocritical for the daughter of a serial killer. A twinge of jealousy made her catch her breath as she peered over the rocky outcrop, gazing down at this canine picking through the shallow tides. She was so young! And her appearance was so vibrant, especially in contrast to Coli's drab muddy-brown fur and weary, gaunt countenance. A perverse little part of her wanted to ruin this girl, just for being so pretty and having her whole life ahead of her, all the possibilities she had squandered.
