Cerulean Cape lullabies of the lost

Unaccustomed to the soundscape of the waves, he did not detect her approach until she was upon him, her steps having been muffled by sand and covered by rumbling waters.  He worried only a moment, but then recognition struck and he gave a small smile, amused by the chance.  Who would have thought?  Here of all places.

"Indeed.  Quite a ways from your mountain."  He turned slightly as she circled, questioning the (almost predatory?) gesture but passing it off as a mannerism.  He wasn't the greatest with social graces, and in truth her forward manner threw him a bit.  Meeting on neutral ground, it made sense, but he was a creature who was most comfortable with solid space and somewhat formal interaction among strangers. 

Luckily, one thing he had gotten used to since taking up mantle of Alpha of the plateau was frequent discomfort, and this a mild sort.  "Though I too, have wandered a bit.  What brings you from your stone fortress?"  A beach and a mountain were an even worse comparison than the plateau and the shore, but perhaps she was not the homebody he was turning out to be.  Even now he itched to be back, despite his appreciation for the wonder of the waves.  The full story of his departure was somewhat unimpressive, and not near something that he would impart with a 'rival' alpha, no matter their friendliness.  The short of it, though, he could gladly give.