Cerulean Cape Saltwater and seagulls

She could try and hold her breath. It might work, or maybe they wouldn't notice. No sooner had she decided to take a gulp of air and hold her breath until the stranger passed she heard the voice over the breakers. Hey. ..there.
the words had an odd pause, was this one of those slow creatures she heard about?

she was small, and if anything she was likely to stay small, but that meant she was quick, and outrunning a slow wolf would a piece of cake, if they turned out to be both slow and aggressive. Seeing no harm, and inwardly pining for some sort of social contact she shifted her weight and slowly pulled herself up from the rough sand, a quick shake sent the invading bits of sand floating away. She took a moment to compose herself before she looked over the creature. 

Her golden-yellow eyes widened slightly at the sight before her, half from the fact this isn't what she imagined a slow wolf would look like, and half from the sizeable meal placed on the sand. The fish caused a slight twinge of her stomach. A quick lick of her lips followed before she returned her eyes to the wolf. It's pose wras slightly intimidating to the young female but then, she was intimidated by most everything here. But food. 

​"Me. Feint" she called slowly in return, having convinced herself that this was a slow wolf. Keep it simple, maybe she could snatch the meal and run.