Cerulean Cape young, scrappy, and hungry

Having never seen the ocean before, approaching it makes him a little leery. The crashing waves are louder than he expected and the wind whips around him, tussling his thick fur to and fro. The tips already feel wet and sticky with salt clinging to his the edges. He shakes his head, ears back against his skull, as he approaches. Little is happening out in the water but he doesn’t know what to look for other than the waves hitting the sandy beach of the cape.

Ukko shuffles back a few steps, grinding his jaws, and begins to walk away from the coast. The salty air is a little much for his liking but maybe it’s something someone could get used to. It’s colder with the chilly wind whipping around him and he’d rather find somewhere inland to stay, out of the wetness surrounding him.

@Gristle.