Emberwood sail

"The one and only," he returned, his own grin growing to mirror his new-found companion's. The ivory wolf was close to him in age, though likely older.. and sported a rather healthy looking coat -- which, oddly enough, smelled a bit like salty air.. like the ocean.

The silver male had been to the enormous body of water only a sparse few times, but had never found it to be enjoyable. Sand and salt would stick to one's pelt and it was impossible to fully rinse off without finding a source of fresh water.. and the stranger before him proved no different. Giving a small shake of his muzzle, his eyes alight with good-natured intent, Rifter gave a nod to the other's unkempt pelt, noting the sand intermingled within. "Atreyu of the sea, then?"