We cannot command Nature except by obeying her.

It wasn't long before he was no longer alone. A female, her coat a mix of grays and blacks, came walking slowly up. He couldn't hear her pawsteps over the crashing of the waves, so it was a good thing his gaze had been lazily looking around, or else he might have been startled. Following her own gaze, he looked up to the clouds. They were looking rather dark and ominous. You may be right, he replied, his voice loud enough to be heard over the crashing of the waves.

She seemed playful, rolling around in the shallow water before trotting over to him, and then he noticed the crab scurrying off. He ran his tongue ran over his recent injury caused by the very creature. Yes, I've found that out the hard way just earlier, he said, his voice conveying his distaste for the small, albeit tough, little thing. Turning his attention to her, the wind allowed him to easily notice her scent. Obviously, she was of the island pack or else she wouldn't be here, but the scent didn't seem strong enough for her to have been here very long. I'm Beric, he said simply.