Gilded Bay timshel

left it open for you to decide if they know each other/how much

Cold and unwelcoming the shore was but Zosar did not mind. It gave him plenty to explore as he roamed the bay with heavy interest. It was different than what he was used to. The constant spray of the ocean water and the rough, gritty ground that left sand stuck to wherever it touched his fur. He had learned by now that washing himself was a pointless task.

Ah put up ahead was a figure who might know where in these wilds it would not be pointless for him to bathe. A deep bark escaped him as he announced his presence before he even bothered to speak. Ahama. It was informal but he was away from home and he had not always been so traditional.