Sea Lion Shores riptide

Thinking back to what she had seen on her walk up the shore, Sen decided that following Crëyr might be a better idea than vice versa. The idea of staying withing a cave, whether it be small or not, appealed to the she-wolf much more than an area with nothing more than a small ridge shielding its underside form the rain. A cave, in her mind, would always trump laying beneath a ridge.
"I think we should head to those caves you saw," she stated, voicing her thoughts. "A cave would work a lot better than attempting to stay under a small overhang of rocks." The dark, and now soaked, furred wolf did not care of the distance that may need to be traveled, just as long as the caves the Welsh wolf spoke of provided a good shelter from the storm.
"It's nice to meet you, Crëyr, despite the current situation," Sen said. "My name is Sen."