Though the Faded Fields had turned out to be one of Iskandar's preferred territories on this damned plane of existence, he found himself returning to the beach relatively often. It was somewhat of a trek, but the quiet journey was calming, and allowed the prince to sort through his thoughts while still staying purposeful - loitering made Iskandar antsy, which in turn made him grumpy, and he preferred not to be grumpy.

He had yet to discover any divine abilities about himself, which continued to worry him slightly. The accelerated healing he had experienced was definitely unnatural, but Iskandar was reluctant to attribute it to himself - though his scars themselves had begun to fade, now looking like the faintest silvery veins in the rarest of ore-stones, somehow they didn't feel like they were his powers. Or more specifically, whatever he was feeling didn't feel like healing. He kept feeling as if he was walking through a cold, damp cave, even if he happened to be passing through a sunny glade or an overgrown thicket - there was a strange chill to his bones no matter where he went, even if the sun shone its rays directly upon his noble face, his elegant figure. His skin prickled under the smoothness of his coat, until Iskandar gave himself a thorough shake - shaking the discomfort free of his fur, as well as dislodging a couple leaves that had slipped between the long guard hairs of his ruff while he had walked along without his wits about him. How disgraceful.

Turning his consciousness outward, Iskandar regarded the tree line before him with some familiarity. There was a measure of dark, black forest between the Faded Fields and the coast, but Iskandar had skirted its centre for the most part of his travels back and forth, preferring to keep to the edges of the forest where light still filtered through the canopy. Such an area was a good place to hunt for smaller prey - rabbits, squirrels, most rodents. He had been pleased (and a little confused) to discover that prey animals still existed in this so-called God Realm, and that they seemed to be made of the same substance as what prey animals were made of back home. So he had been keeping himself decently fed, the past few days he had been on the island - Iskandar felt it had been about a week since his arrival. Not that he had been particularly able to keep track of time passing - his wounds, obviously, had not helped by healing at double speed, and the lack of a routine meant Iskandar had had to spend a day or two figuring out another series of things for himself to do to keep busy as well as... well, become a God. Hah. Perhaps today he would finally discover what he was meant to become God of, so he could adjust his duties accordingly.

Passing through the forest's fringe, Iskandar emerged onto the little landing where earthy soil began to transition to sand and salt, and where the grass beneath his feet petered out into the beach's gentle downward incline. Yet as he approached that point where soil ended and sand began, an new unfamiliar scent came to him on the balmy sea breeze.

He recognised the smell as another wolf, one he had not seen before - and right at that second he spied the stranger several lengths away, their fire-bright coat made even brighter by the sunlight. They were noticeably taller than himself, though his nose told him the wolf was a she - and yet something about the wolf struck him as different, as if their scent was telling him an untruth, as if it were veiled behind some illusory fog that was distorting the wolf's true identity. Yet Iskandar was not able to discern anything past that strange sense of disorientation, so he merely directed his piercing gaze in the wolf's direction, tracing their slender figure with his emerald eyes.

The stranger had their head lowered, and Iskandar figured they had not noticed his approach, what with the wind coming in off the surface of the crashing sea. The white god had encouraged him to meet others, though, so Iskandar shook himself a little - an almost subconscious habit of rearranging his coat a little more artfully - and trotted forward. "Hey," he offered simply and yet amiably, hoping not to startle the tall - female? At a closer distance, he found himself just the slightest bit unsettled again. His nose told him they were female, and their features skewed slightly more delicate - but something caused him to hesitate.

NOTES ; shows up a week later LMAO god i'm sorry also let's not keep this uhh 700 word shit up LOL

The other wolf turned her - Iskandar had grudgingly allowed his brain to use the feminine pronoun for the stranger, only because he couldn't place just what was making him feel displaced about it - gaze upon him, and it was a bright, bright ruby red. He had rarely if ever seen such eyes among wolves, and even the elders of his pack had told tales of only one or two red-eyed wolves in their pack's history. But this wolf's gaze was wary only for a second before, perhaps upon seeing that Iskandar was but a regular wolf and not some sort of imposing threat, her eyes softened and she allowed him the faintest of smiles.

"Don't see many wolves, do you?" Her voice (which too was clearly feminine) carried a tinge of amusement, which made Iskandar's ears prickle with shame. No matter what gender a wolf was, it was undignified to stare like that - something Iskandar would usually be hyper aware of, especially as someone of his upbringing, but whatever was odd about the female had thrown him for a loop. However, that was quite enough of that.

He allowed an apologetic grin to tug at his features, inclining his head courteously to excuse himself. "Not such lovely ones, perhaps." The corner of his mouth stretched into some semblance of a rakish smile. Now that he was feeling a little more himself again - aka not on the verge of death and fighting to stay alive - Iskandar's glib tongue had also begun to return to its former glory, regardless of who he happened to be directing it at. A few more weeks and the rest of the population here had better look out. Adjusting his posture to match the female's, he allowed his features to relax, though his paws stood squarely and his tail held out like a rudder.

"I'm Iskandar," he offered affably, flicking an ear towards the female in intrigue. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Though he rarely showed more than platonic interest in females, this one's overall structure seemed especially pleasing to the eye. Perhaps that was what had been throwing him, earlier. How curious. What makes her stand out so much to you, hmm? He mused to himself, casting his emerald gaze over her one more time. Her coat in the coastal sunlight was indeed a sight, but Iskandar was now determined to figure out if there was anything more to this little mystery of his own.

NOTES ; i think you can kinda tell at which part i started to get sleepy LOL