Sea Lion Shores cake by the ocean

Screech was startled by the sound of a bark — it carried easily through the open expanse of the seaside, and was both louder and of stronger timbre than the rotund lions that basked nearby. He stopped abruptly and canted his head to try and locate the stranger; initially he tried to turn on the wrong side and of course, was met with a roaming blackness. He cursed softly at his own stupidity and fixed his good eye on the white blur. His eye focused and then, upon realizing this was a complete stranger and not a wolf from the Corten's party, narrowed.

A silence swept between them and it was during this moment Screech realized he should probably say something. Introduce himself or ask a question or... Something. He awkwardly clears his throat and says, Didja want somethin'? and mid-sentence shakes out the tension in his shoulders, his fur flying wildly across his scruff.