Sea Lion Shores riptide

(I apologize for the rather late reply. School has been killing me.)

Sen followed after the Welsh wolf, careful not to fall behind and lose sight of her.
"The weather is a tricky beast," she murmured, her mood dampened much like her coat—though her coat was a bit worse off.
Having had to squint against the downpour of rain, Sen was glad and relieved by the slight bit of cover provided by the forest. Despite the fact that the rain was still falling, Sen took the lightness of it as a welcome for her to shake out her fur. Even though she knew it wouldn't be able to completely dry until they reached a cover from the falling water, she was glad to have at least gotten a bit of the water shaken from it.
When Crëyr told the black-furred wolf the location of the caves, as well as how the river lead into the ocean, she felt grateful for having met a kind wolf rather than a not-so-kind one.
"Thank you," Sen said suddenly. "For sharing the location of the caves with me."