Seaside Moors A siren I might be, but I am just searching for love

For a moment, after the words had left his mouth, he wondered if he offended her. The salty scent of the coast was stong enough that any wolf could smell it. Yet she didn't seem to mind and instead asked him if he was heading towards the coast, her head tilting to the right. "Yeah. I'm actually about to head back to the coast. My pack is on the other end of the coast, and I'll be travelling back there." 

The trip out to the side of the coast was eye opening, and he looked forward to revisiting the sights he had seen on his way back. The female continued their friendly banter about eating either locusts or dirt, thought preferring dirt. "Surely even my body would agree that dirt is far better than locusts," He jested.