Gilded Bay Waiting for the tune of some old dying man

The silver-furred girl eagerly followed, and, hearing her walk right behind him, he smiled. He was happy to have company,  happy to help a she-wolf whose pups depended upon her remaining well-fed and healthy. The outburst of laughter caught him off guard, but his slippery grin did not fade. He understood why she may have found his comment laughable.

"No, miss. Not at all," he cooed. Indeed, Jagoda had offered her some of his aangling expertise on the assumption that she had very littke skill of her own. But that was more due to her tender young age than to what he perceived as her level of intelligence.

"Name's Jagoda." They had arrived beside another tide pool, this one with a bank of small, smooth pebbles. Looking back at the pale stranger, he sunk onto his belly and waited for her to do the same.

"First, we have to watch. And wait. Try not to be seen."