Stavanger Bay ultraviolent junglist

Julooke was trying to relax at the point where the grass met the beach. She hadn't stepped one paw onto the beach since her attack, but since she still wanted to enjoy the scenery, she opted for hiding in the tall grass. The waves were crashing into the sand, creating a hypnotizing effect and it lulled Julooke into a relaxed dazed. Her eyes closed softly as the breeze wound its way through the grass and her fur, ruffling it up. It was the calmest she had been in weeks. That was, until the sound of the gulls brought her back to the present.

Her eyes opened upon a scene in which one of her pack mates chasing the birds off. Oh, nope... he was trying to catch one. She smirked, though she felt bad he hadn't succeeded. Her ears swiveled as her eyes scanned the beach, looking for any strange wolves. She wanted to meet the wolf, but she didn't want to go out into the open beach. So, instead, just walked just inside the line of the grass until she came closer to him. She let out a bark to announce herself, her ears perked and her tail wagging. She hoped he would come over instead of making her go onto the beach.