Ankyra Sound Tragedies with penniless fountains

It was warm and nearing midday on the sound when Ephraim vacated the grotto's depths, yawning widely as his tiny paws carried him into the sun. He often slept late into the day now that all of his senses had become normal to him; the excitement of new discoveries sometimes roused him, but more often than not, the sandy coywolf was too lazy. He left the discoveries to his siblings and spent his afternoons lounging around on the beach. Occasionally he chased after scuttling crabs or picked at cracked sea shells, but he also passed a lot of time lying on his back, warmed by the sun, watching the clouds go by.

That was precisely what he meant to do that afternoon, but high tide was creeping up the beach. Water lapped at the raised entry of the grotto and as Ephraim stepped down from the rock, he sunk ankle-deep into frigid ocean water. With a sharp gasp and a squeal the little pup leaped back onto the rock, tail curling around his hindquarters as he scowled venomously down at the sodden ground.

Preferably someone he hasn't properly met, maybe @Nyx or @Mahler?