Ankyra Sound salt in the wound

He'd been spending more and more time at the coast.  It was cooler here by the water than it was on the cliffs and he found that he enjoyed the colder weather.  His summer pelt had been replaced by a plush winter undercoat, and it was now becoming obvious that he took after his sire in size.  His proportions were still off but he was mighty, with powerful rolling shoulders and a stocky build.  Presently his large paws left deep imprints in the sand behind him as he loped along the coast, veering this way and that to avoid the clumps of seaweed.

He'd heard they had someone new but he had never gotten the chance to meet him, but when there was a silhouette on the horizon he didn't recognize he altered his course to address the stranger.  Hei, he says, What're you doing?