Wheeling Gull Isle seaside, sandy shores, surprise

He didn't stop himself from bounding after the alien hunter. His front end towards the earth as his own tail whipped behind him. This was certainly not the welcome he had expected! Truthfully, he had imagined some sort of disaster. The water getting him or everything being a lifeless wasteland. It looked less and less like that every moment.

Of course! He breathlessly huffed to the wispy woman. Oh! I'm Oleander. Served up with a toothy grin for good measure. Or Ollie, if that's easier. Whatever they wanted to call him, he'd answer to.

With introductions out of the way, and a new place discovered, he'd happily take off after them to see more.