Neverwinter Forest your boldness stands alone among the wreck

So the wolves from the beach were here now. Caerus had never been to the thing called the "ocean", but boy did these people wear it's scent strongly. Each time he found a trail it was overwhelmingly pungent, and had him wrinkling up his nose. Today was no different. He came across a salty scent, and just some yards off lifted his head to find an orange and brownish wolf. He looked too old to be another one of his siblings- thank god- but Caerus still scrunched up his muzzle at the scent of him anyway, silently judging.