05-05-2009, 02:16 PM
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The wave-combed sand gave way beneath Calista's featherweight stride. Each step was followed by a wave that washed buckets-worth of sand over her paws as if the ocean were trying to shackle her to the spot. The coyote waited for the water to recede and pulled her paws out, one by one, with a great schhhlocking sound- over, and over, and over again. Walking up shore would be less tedious than this, but the constant gentle caress of grit and liquid was nature's way of giving a foot massage and a pedicure all in one. With the hint of a smile on her lips it was obvious she was enjoying the oceanic spa.[/html]
She noticed a sunlit figure lounging further north and her eyebrows rose inquisitively. The stranger looked a little too gangly and sizable to be a full-blooded coyote, yet when she sniffed the air for his scent she detected nothing but the smell of Inferni, coyote spice, and the foul hint of wolf. Confused, she investigated the male closer upon trotting up to his resting, strangely marked body.
It was a shame to leave the ocean's pampering touch but she needed to know once and for all what the deal was with Infernians (more specifically, Gabriel and this one). When meeting her leader for the first time she remembered wondering if the similar smell had been due to fighting with wolves or something acceptable like that. Calista never imagined such a monstrosity as a wolf/coyote hybrid, but yet again she stood a dozen feet from one.
She reached her head out tentatively, sniffed delicately as her head bobbed with each inhalation, and spoke up, "You there..." She paused allowing him to get his ball bearings in order, "What's the wolf smell from?"