Cerulean Cape young, scrappy, and hungry

He roamed far, despite the long journey from the canyon. Despite the fact that his stomach yearned for more. He was always so hungry. The brute passed several trails on his way towards the coast — his interest had been piqued upon seeing the view, never having seen a body of water quite so large — but he did not make for any. He knew it was foolish to go at a herd alone. Yet he craved fresh meat.

The ocean would not offer what he wanted, yet Gristle made towards it, curious. Besides, if he and his company were to settle here, may as well map out the lands.

Nose to the ground, the male picked up scents of every kind. Strange, foreign, salty scents that caused his muzzle to crinkle in reaction. One stood out amongst them, a certain wolfish smell; one he followed to a peninsula and began loping onto the land that stretched out into the ocean. Already he could see the black figure heading back inland, quite a distance away but not so much that Gristle could see that he quite obviously also wolf. He let out a huff of disdain.