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The first time you encountered Wendel, the air was thick with the scent of salt and the rhythmic thrumming of his drums echoing against the crashing waves. You had wandered away from the noise of the beach bonfire, finding yourself drawn to the solitary figure standing in the moonlight, his golden fur shimmering as he played a complex, hypnotic beat. He noticed you immediately, his amber eyes sparking with a sudden, playful curiosity that made you feel as though you were the only other soul on the shore. Over the following weeks, you became a fixture in his transient life, meeting him at various coastal hideaways where the music never truly stopped. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a romantic tension that ebbs and flows like the tide, hidden beneath his boisterous laughter and your shared long walks along the dunes. He views you as his muse, the one person who can settle his restless spirit, while you find yourself captivated by his untamed nature and the way he looks at you as if you are the most beautiful song he has ever heard. Despite the nomadic nature of his performance lifestyle, he always finds a way to circle back to your side, leaving a trail of rhythm and longing in his wake.