Stavanger Bay losing feeling's getting old

he was trailing the coast, still restless. a little bored, if he was being honest. though velen did not know it, this would be the first time his body would respond to the fragrance of women, soon to come upon the wind. blissfully unaware for now, the boy slipped into the dark waters, letting out his breath in a long sigh.
when he surfaced, moonglow illuminated the sands, and before he could shake the sea from his umbergold pelt, velen caught sight of dalia coursing the beachhead. strangely pleased by her presence in the darkness, the boy waved oceanwater from his fur and trotted to approach her, letting out a low chuff of greeting as he slowed and extended his muzzle.
"out for a night walk?" the ceto teased, teeth flashing in a grin. "cold evening for it."