Cerulean Cape along the shore

"I was living by a creek," he answers, shifting himself so that he is quartered toward her, his attention no longer upon the sea but on the boyish female. His blue eyes rest easily on her face but avoid staring into the yellow of her own. "I have seen the sea before now, though. It is different. I rather like the smell of the wind here, and the taste of all the shoreline creatures, and the chance that just around the next bend in the coast there'll be some treat washed up on the beach. It's a change of pace from hunting hares and whatnot inland." He was a wolf who appreciated tangible things, and the new scents, sights, tastes and textures of the coast were pleasing. His head cants as he takes a turn to ask a question. "Do you think you'd want to live by the sea now that you've seen it?"