Matters grew worse as the stranger noticed her. Now what? Panicking a little she dropped her gaze, looking over to the nearby trees. Irresistibly her eyes dragged back to meet that of the wolf's. It seemed they were locked together, neither sure what to do now that another had come into their presence. Dalgina shifted slightly, looking to her painting before glancing to the wolf again. It was short flickers, her eyes always returning with unease. The silence stretched on, almost becoming a sound on it's own amid the crashing of the waves and the calls of the birds.
This was something she could deal with. No. She paused, not quite speaking again for some time as her eyes lingered over the other's form. The female was graceful in her build, a smooth shining pelt with a glistening sheen to it that Dalgina could only envy. Tattoos colored her body, as well as scars. Realizing she was staring Dalgina shook her head again. I was drawing the ocean. Feeling a need to prove it Dalgina pulled down the canvas, and slowly walked over. Placing it on the ground she turned it so the other could see the incomplete landscape.
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