PARIS — JOINING

Luca loved the Typhoon. The noises of the jungle and the beach in combination with the fresh air were a refreshing change to the tired scenery of the mansion he used to reside in. Actually being in such an exotic place was much better than viewing it through a screen; it almost made him wish that he'd picked up his courage earlier. He was admiring the ocean from the shade, his lashes lazy and low over luminous eyes. He didn't like swimming much - too many bad memories associated with it - but the sea was quite pretty to watch from afar. His attention only wavered at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, causing him to flick an ear and raise his head from his paws. A joiner? Probably. He pulled himself upwards and headed in that direction, curiosity only growing as the stranger came into view.

The hellhound had never seen anything quite like her, and his curiosity was evident in his eyes as he came upon the unfamiliar form. "Hey," he greeted in return, gaze skimming the shifting colours of her coat. He had always had a fondness for all things beautiful, and this creature surely fell underneath that term. "This is the Typhoon, ya need something?" He was as casual as ever, but his interest was evident in the intensity of his unwavering stare.