Sea Lion Shores living single thought by single thought.

Sorry, he isn't much of a talker!

There was a sound near his flank which roused a response, almost immediate, but slowed as soon as he attempted to turn and regard the source of the call; Tetsubo was quick, too quick for his rattled brain, and leered with an insidious gaze towards the shape behind him. Before knowing it was anything, his brain said enemy and then, wolf, as if that needed clarifying. Then, as he took in the demure slope of the figure and the tell-tale scent of Skellige that draped across the marrow-toned beast, he properly relaxed.

Perhaps not fully, but enough.

The boy was quick to obfuscate the intensity of his gaze by looking back to the strange and bulbous monsters that had draped themselves across the beachfront. In this way he also displayed a certain... Ease, perhaps would be the word, which showed the onlooker how disinterested he was in the prospect of conversation. His hackles had risen in the manner of an affronted porcupine though, and Tetsubo's own tail lashed at his hocks briefly, indicating his irritation - although that might have been directed at the stranger merely for sneaking up upon him, which the boy was not used to. He must have been quite distracted by the blubber-filled sea beasts.