Sea Lion Shores and wolf's teeth

"Aye, well met." There is, indeed, a familiarity there. Theseus squints against the sun, to shield his eyes, and to get a clearer grasp of him, for the stranger stands as a titan in size, and Theseus has only seen this rivalled in one other. Greyback. Between this, and the granite of his fur, he struggles to shake the likeness, and his run in with Clay, although well in the past, is still too fresh in his mind to shake the possibility that maybe, maybe more have wandered away from Easthollow's tender flock...

He places the name, puts it in safe keeping, and decides he will carry on, as if they have never met.

"Theseus Stark," he offers with a short nod, then, a gesture toward the ocean, Couldn't help but be curious -- it's not every day you see a wolf crawl out of the sea.