Blackwater Islands tragedy thrills me

Gabe was walking around Blackwater Islands, doing really nothing at the moment. Earlier today he'd gone hunting, and caught a foolish injured gull who'd thought it was a good idea to nest on the beach. He'd eaten it, and figured he'd hunt for the pack later today to make up for it. He was walking along the beach now, stopping to roll in the sand when he found the softest areas. He liked the sand, for it reminded him of the snow he was used to. 

He was rolling in a particularly satisfying mound of sand when he heard a weird noise, like a loud hiss. His head shot up out of the sand, his ears perked on his head as he looked around. He saw the faint figure of a wolf a little ways off, sneezing wildly. She sort of melted into the sandy background but he could definitely make her out. He chuckled as he watched her snorting, then stood and trotted towards her. She smelled faintly if Kalika, which made him trust her more. He stopped a bit away from her and asked with a smile, Sand in your nose?