Sea Lion Shores riptide

The petite Welsh wolfess turned, her blue eyes again scanning the shore as large, fat drops of rainwater descended onto her eyelashes, star-like shapes forming as she blinked. Crëyr swore she'd seen a couple rock-like formations that resembled small caves the way she came here, and they were about ten or fifteen minutes away from the shore.

She listened as her black-furred companion offered a few words in suggestion to a shelter. The grayscale wolfess looked at her again, wondering if she was able to trust her, pondering on whether she would follow her or lead her to whatever temporary shelter she would decide to reside at. She didn't seem like a threat, though there was no telling what kind of personality this she-wolf had. Crëyr decided to go with the flow.

Rolling a slim shoulder as they walked, the waves again crashing at the shore so hard even water sprayed at shoulder at this distance away, she decided to tell her what she thought. "I've seen some small caves on the way here, and they might work as a temporary cover from the storm." Her azure eyes turned towards the darkened sky. "I don't think we've introduced ourselves. I'm Crëyr."