Gilded Bay Oceanside Reservation

Floki remained in place for a short while, watching as the she-wolf pawed at the water and eventually fished something out. It was then that she noticed him, and her body language changed defensively. He supposed that he couldn't blame her -- he probably looked like a creep just watching her from afar.

He took a few steps towards her, his tail limp between his hind legs save for the friendly twitch of its tip. He tried to convey that he wasn't a threat as he paused a few feet away, his gaze straying down to the shell at her feet. "I think it's a crab," he explained, since she seemed to have been surprised by its movements. He had to remind himself that not everyone had grown up on a beach as he had.