Cerulean Cape along the shore

The wolf lopes down the coast with his nose tipped into the salty breeze, finding nothing of note in the routinely washed sands beneath his tireless paws. The shores were sparse, but the wolf had managed to find a couple urchins, the odd crab and a dried up sea bird in the hours prior. His attention then is easily stolen to a seated figure in the distance, whose contours do not define them as one gender or the other. But as Rexxar moves closer he catches her scent.

Her gaze is trained onto the expanse of ocean before her, and as he approaches, stilling his paws a few lengths from her, he cocks his head and looks out across the roll of waves himself. "What are we looking at?" He sees nothing but the gleam of the sun on the infinite blue, and a few gulls wheeling ahead.