Time within the pack had been going well. He knew that everything was getting better every day and new wolves were finding his borders. But even on these days, the Alpha needed time to relive his Rogue days. He wanted to be wild and free every now and then. As he strutted along his way, he crossed over the border of his pack. Just for double measure, Desmond turned and pissed along the invisible edge. He wanted anyone and everyone to know this was his land. It had become a tradition for him, actually. He marked his scent and carried on his path. The Alpha male held his head high and strutted off into the distance. He had been through all the neutral lands, and he knew them like the back of his own paw. His emerald gaze stared out as he pondered on where to go. He could go to the mountains, but he'd done it a million times. He could visit the lake, but the water was so boring it was almost cryptic. The glade only brought up memories of the white wolf, and the trees were irritating. Who did they think they were, being all pretty and crap? The lone wolf wandered on, figuring he would slip away to the beach. It would be nice there and the water fed from the ocean, so it would be cool.

He made his way straight to the beach, no detours or anything. He knew what he wanted to do, and he knew the perfect spot. When the grass changed to sand, he knew he had made it. As far as the eye could see, Desmond saw an abundance of blue. The waves crashed along one another, rocking and splashing as they broke on the shore or rocks. A smile crept over his features and the pup inside of him surfaced. Dashing through the sand, the Alpha male rushed for the water's edge. His tongue flew from his maw and waved like a bird in the wind. His tail hung behind him, catching the wads of kicked up sand and clinging on for dear life. He finally felt free. He was truly overjoyed. There were no pack members around to see him acting so foolish, to judge him. He was a free spirit. As the water captured his paws in the sand, Desmond sprang forward. He hopped like a rabbit along the shore, splashing and forcing the waves to crash over his back. He laid in the water, rolling onto his back and moving side to side. The heat of the summer sun was nothing in this chilled pool of amazing liquid. When he stopped, he rested in the shallow portion, just low enough to where the water touched his back and moved back out to sea. The current was pretty calm so he laid on his belly. Today was a great day.

(Hope you don't mind me jumping in ^_^ )

The tawny faes paws carried her past her packs border that day. She had found a great home there and never did she wish to leave. But she also didn't find much interesting to do there. So here she was, at the shore she first met Locke upon. The shore where she decided to change her life. Padding forward she stopped right before the soft sand her eyes landing on the rolling waves, they nearly screamed to her to come and play with them. Breaking into a brisk jog she slowly picked up pace, bounding out of the foliage and across the sand. As it squished between the pads of her paws she smiled, letting out a quiet yip of excitement. After all, she wasn't really that old, and who said she had to act like a warrior all the time? Reaching the blue matter she launched herself forward. Allowing the waves to come to her neck, swimming around for a bit she made her way back to the shallow water, shaking herself and flinging any drops that clung to her pelt off. If Alpha saw her acting like this he would surely demote her. Swishing her paws around in the shallow water she watched the wet sand swirl upwards, creating its own little water galaxy until the waves pulled it out into the sea. Shaking out her pelt once more she sat in the shallows her tail coming around her side and it's tip resting on her submerged paws. This was relaxing. The warm sun drying the salty water on her back, the soft and moist sand squishing between her toes, the quiet crashing of the waves, and most importantly the alone time. No one else was here, or so she thought, and there was no one to call her out on her playful streaks. Sighing her maw turned upward as she flopped herself backwards, letting her legs curl above her underbelly. As she laid there on her back she watched the fluffy white clouds float past. Yes, this was how she wished to spend her warm sunny afternoon. Alone, and at peace. Where her rank didn't matter, and her duties were none.

It was not long before the Alpha was joined by a presence. In all three packs, he was sure to run into someone. A male spoke out to him. He turned his head to see the white wolf. "Sometimes a wolf needs to stop and roll in the ocean to really feel alive. Everything from living in pack life can be rather... stressful and repetitive." He stayed in his laying position, no need to rise before the other. He did not owe this wolf anything, and he was not about to go above and beyond for a stranger, no less. "Ahh, Erenyx. I have heard many many tales about your pack. Some very interesting, while others are less than intriguing. But you, sir Malachai, you may refer to me as Desmond. No need for titles here, as they carry no weight at all." The waves crashed against his back, but he did not move. The feeling was nice, pleasant enough fr him to stay completely still. He did not want to move from this spot. It was nice to be just a random wolf. No need to be official all the way out here. When the wolf asked him who the other wolf was, Desmond lifted himself off the ground. He stood on all fours and looked around the area the wolf had signaled to. Not too far off from them was a fae he had seen before. He knew the wolf and yet he did not wish to be pointed out on who he was. Pharika of his own pack, Warrior once Omega. The Alpha looked back to the white wolf and shrugged lightly. "Beats me, perhaps she might just be a sea wolf seeking comfort along the shore?" he joked as he gave a soft chuckle. Desmond had been quite the witty one, though he knew no such thing of sea wolves existed, it had still be funny to him.

The sun was bright and hot, beating down against any wolf that was ignorant enough to stand in its path. It was one of those days that Esmé was glad she was not a dark colored wolf like so many others in camp. The heat was still affecting her despite her light colored fur, and she sat under a large pine tree panting against the heat. The prey had flourished in the summer heat and she had given her best hunt bringing home prey for the rest of pack. She had snacked on a few voles earlier that morning to keep up her energy and later eaten a rabbit. She felt full and relaxed even though the summer heat had every wolf running for water. Most summer days are going to be this hot. I hope rain will soon come around. She thought to herself, wandering through the forest her paws taking her on a new adventure. It was almost as if she were a loner again, traveling through the woods looking for new experiences and other ways to sharpen her skills. Every day was an opportunity to learn something new, and Esmé had brought herself to try and learn.

Her paws carried forward through the forest, and past the freshly marked border. She had a choice now, turn left, turn right or go straight. She decided to go straight, and as she walked the ground became softer and she sunk in slightly. She looked down realizing she was on warm sand, and in the distance she could hear waves breaking over rocks. Her ears flicked forward as she heard the crashing again, wondering what exactly she was hearing. The breeze whisked by her, bringing the smell of salt water. A sea? She thought a confused look coming to her eyes as she thought about how an ocean bordered the neutral territories. Moving forward, the sand became warmer on her paws, and it pressed in between her toes as she moved towards the ocean. The smell of salt water and fish got stronger as she walked closer to the ocean, and as she moved past two large rocks she was on a secluded beach.

“What a surprise…” She said moving forward across the white blazing sand, the new feeling on her sensitive paw pads making her cringe a little bit. Without realizing it she was speeding up, walking a little faster, getting glimpses of the blue water as it crashed upon rocks off to her left. What didn’t hit the rocks came up onto the beach but only so far. It left a trail of wet sand, and the scent of fish and salt. She could see other paw prints in the wet sand and her golden eyes were focused upon the bodies that were further down the beach. She lifted her nose trying to catch the scent of the wolves but her nose stung with the salty scent. She moved down the beach, deciding to walk in the wet sand cooling off her paws. She jumped when the cold water splashed on her paws and got her lower legs wet.

She continued to walk for it was refreshing, and she stopped seeing a pure white wolf, a tawny wolf and a multi-colored wolf. The one she recognized to be Desmond, and she smiled seeing him. The other wolf was lying down in the sun farther away from them drying off from what looked as if a good swim. The white wolf was near Desmond, talking to him. She could smell Desmond, but she could also smell the white wolf, and he wasn’t Agavos. What was he? She tilted her head and walked closer passing the tawny wolf. “Hello.” She greeted her, a smile on her lips as she passed. She hoped the tawny wolf would come closer, she seemed friendly. She took a seat near Desmond and the white wolf. “Greetings Alpha Desmond and…” She paused looking over the white wolf, “Who ever you are.” She gave a greeting, nothing that ws harsh, she enjoyed being friendly. “The wolf that took a swim was Agavos, but I don’t think I ever got her name. I may go ask." She said to the two, glancing back to Pharika, seeing her relaxing.