Sarthorn left @Nesini’s side briefly with the call of food. Typically, the duo hunt together, but on occasions like this he is keen to scavenge what the ocean brings them ashore. Nesini is close regardless, and he knows she would come towards him if need be.
He traverses over the rocky incline, checking the cracks for any potential creature stuck within.

Luck is on his side again today, as a sponge-y critter is trapped within. He ducks his head, jaw suddenly snapping alive fiercely as he snatches it from it’s prison. Now it is a snack for him to enjoy. He lifts his head, slipping away from the rocks and crevices with his prize to be eaten on the beach.
It is there he spots another wolf; a stranger.

Sarthorn is bemused, yet pleased by the polite greeting—manners are respectable. With his own jaws filled, the salt-and-pepper male leans down to drop his snack in the sand. It wiggles at his feet in defiance.
Indeed, he hums, Here to hunt as well?