Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

Her touch was a comfort, and if nothing else the man was thankful to have company in this turbulent moment. Whatever void the loss of his home and his people created could be easily filled by people like her - whoever she was. This kind soul who happened upon him. Although the man was filled with sadness, a smile spread across his dusky face; it was a strain to fake any sort of pleasure so he did not mask the hurt he felt, but at the same time tried to show how thankful he was for her presence, and leaned in to her.

It is.. No, it will be, alright, he murmured against her scruff, perhaps becoming too intimate with his proximity as he mourned his losses; yet in every avenue of his life the man had never been afraid of intimacy. It helped that the Vale was thoroughly populated with his family rather than strangers — thus intimacy became taboo in a different manner, but also more open — and as if realizing this after he inadvertently comforted them both with his words, he pulled back from her touch.

If a wolf could blush then surely he would be, but rather, his ears fanned out on either side of his head. I am sorry — you are... Just so warm. But already the momentary lapse was forgotten, and he was thinking of his family, and all that was left behind. He turned to look out at the sea again, watching the mist and feeling the rain pelt down upon him like the tears he could not shed.

I am lucky to have you here, kind girl. Lucky to be alive too. I only wish... that I was home, he would've added, but it seemed to go without saying. Any lost boy would wish to be reunited with family. With this in mind he looked to her and coyly asked, You are not from here either, then? These beaches are strange and new to you, as they are with me. It is another thing to be thankful for I suppose — our shared strangeness. And, after a beat, I.. I am called Pendragon.

He'd never had to introduce himself before.