Maureen
*The dreary city of Salvainia, home to thousands of souls across its cold stoned streets. A city raring to close down as rays of sunlight kiss the land goodbye, letting the night sky take hold. Businesses closing down and locking up, hoping for a better day tomorrow. Homes, bringing in their children and shutting their doors, lighting candles to keep the ensuing darkness at bay.*

*The city was not but abandoned, save for the few and unfortunate of the city. Most whom have taken refuge on the coast line of the city, a poverty stricken area. Their dreams and aspirations that, perhaps tomorrow something would change. For most, a delusion, for Grey, it was to be a reality. Stomping his heavy feet across the poorly lit docks, admiring the distant ocean. The waters brushing across the coarse sand before retreating into its own waves.*

*The wolf moved in his armor, weapons sheathed and unguarded. A lax look on his doggish face, panting gently in the oven he called armor. His eyes watching as the sun slowly disappeared behind the oceanic horizon, leaving a beautiful, colored sky. Then again, something else came to occupy his vision. Almost lost amongst their surroundings, a small camp. A poor, patchy tent barely held up on the dry sands to be swept away at high tide. Who the hell would camp down there, he wondered... Some fool, he'd better warn... Moving on and in, the canifore would begin to approach the significantly small camp on the sands.*
Victor
This tent though only a bit of leather and cloth would seem to he set up by a person who knew what they were doing, after all it hadn't been blown over by the harsh winds that swept away at the coast, by of course wind wasn't the same as water which *Would* Pull the tent away into the sea. Fortunately for the Wolfman it would seem whoever the owner is was home judging from the faint flicker of fire on the sand in front of the tent, though if they'd welcome the intrusion was unknown.
Maureen
*Whether they'd heed his advice or run him off, the wolf did not care. He couldn't let them just get washed away without having said something after all. The wolf carefully approaching the camp, eyeing the flame suspiciously. He seems quite, although his large frame and clanking armor are enough to announce his presence. The wolf eventually finding himself at the flame, glancing idly at the fire and tent.*
Victor
As he came around the front of the tent Grey would be able to get a peek inside it's flappess form, and in there would be a sleeping figure, a girl clad in armor with long black hair strewn about. The more important thing to note however was the Greatsword she cuddled against her chest... Quite the dangerous sleeping position, but a more dangerous problem for the carnifore should he spoke the girl.
Maureen
*The dog eyed the figure curiously, his eyes of course landing on the blade. A sword? A big sword... Something a never wouldn't ordinarily carry. They'd usually sell something like that... It must have value to her then. Or at least, she planned to do some work with the blade... Maybe she was a mercenary?*

*The wolf speculated as he watched her sleeping self. This certainly was interesting... But the task at hand still called for her to be awake. The dog paused for a moment, thinking of how to do it. Eventually clearing his throat before unleashing a loud, dominant* ***BARK***
Victor
As soon as the bark rang out the girl would jump out of fright, her eyes snapping open. "God's! Fuck!" She'd shout out while trying heft the blade in all of her tired blindness, the consequence of which would be a loud rip as the sword tore into the fabric of her home, thus prompting an immediate gasp from the mercenary.

The woman's slender figure would shoot up right on her thin bedroll, dropping her sword to inspect the now torn side of her tent for a few seconds before shooting her gaze to the one who'd caused this Reckless property damage to happen, a furious fire in her eyes. "Oooohhhh, so you think it's funny to mess with the homeless do ya?!"
Maureen
*Grey takes a step back, slightly concerned as the blade seems to come plunging through the flimsy tent. Carving a rather large hole into the side of the makeshift home, rendering it useless.*

*The sword on the floor causes the wolf to settle, observing the woman as she examine her own home. Then wincing at the rage full gaze of Heide. He moves his clenched fist over his maw, clearing his throat once more.*

"I didn't mean for that-... I just-... If you stay here, your camp will be destroyed by high tide..."
*He muttered, looking the woman up and down briefly. Glancing away to the sea as he offers her a chance to get better dressed.*
Victor
Well apparently she didn't need to get dressed any better than she already was, even though her current outfit was just a breast plate, some gauntlets, leg wrappings, and... What could be considered a thicker and slightly longer pair of panties with a belt and leather surcoat to make it more than just a pair of undergarments; anyway she'd go to stand up, one of her hands batting the rest of the now destroyed tent over. And once she was finally on her feet she'd... Only come up to Grey's chest, but she could still probably put up a fight. "What? You think I don't know how water works asshole, tide doesn't come in for like another few hours!" At least that's what she thought.