Totoka River At the bottom of a hole he's made

With gleaming golden eyes, Nymeria strode forward thick pelt keeping her warm against the frigid waves. She adored looking out at the coast, imagining the water teeming with beautiful undiscovered life. Such thoughts sent delightful shivers through he small figure. The winds carried a familiar yet unknown scent, that of a fellow canine. Her overly large, rounded, ears pointed upwards but she could hear nothing but the roar of waves. 

Turning around she saw the form who had created such a sweet scent, a thin female. Picking up her pace, Nymeria surged forward her hips swaying slightly. Upon reaching the wolf, she stopped and waited not one to appraoch in a dominant way.

"Good day!" She called in her melodic and sweet tone, hoping to make a good impression on this new wolf.