Cerulean Cape In an upside down world, floating in a pineapple

She's not alone with her crab meat and the waves for long. 

Tula notices before she does, and a sharp peck is what gets Kai's attentions. The sea wolf raises her paint-smeared face, the colors faded and washed out over her merle coat from the salty sea. She cracks half a grin at the stranger, seemingly unnerved by the mountainous male's presence. The wolfdog set aside her crab in favor of drinking him in, really drinking him in. 

He was ginormous! Bigger than giants! His coat was as white as the puffy clouds that could be seen overhanging her cove and a sandy color swept up his powerful legs. He chuffed to her but the girl merely grinned with amusement. "My, you're a sight for sore eyes, the gods have truly blessed these lands," she sighed with happiness, glancing to the crashing waves with prospects of how prosperous these lands could be danced in her eerie gaze.

The fact that he was not a sexy pirate come to ravage her, as all her best fantasies went, nor a hunk sent by her gods to drool over was unimportant. She sat, accepting this with a blink of her 'cracked' eye to let him know she was teasing. "I'm Kai. That's Tula," her chin jerked up to point at the wary bird where she perched.