Sequoia Coast When the past catches up to you

Very interesting. The way the breeze was so intensely revitalizing. No, he'd never experienced a place to beautiful in more than just what he could see with his own eyes. The stark contrast between here and where he came from proved he literally came from the bowls of hell itself.
And, luckily for him, he was graced with the presence of a tiny little female who was pretty as the dickens. Not only pretty but adorable in the way that she was so small and that one single paw that was pure white. Those intensely blue eyes rivaled only by the water that extended on into forever in front of them. He offered her a kindly smirksmile, normally rugged features softening simply because she was there.
Outskirts of a pack, eh? What lucky bastards getting to live here. Always getting to bask in that crisp breeze coming in off the ocean-- he felt electrified just being here now. Would he feel like that if he always lived near the coast? The temptation to find himself his own little spot somewhere down the beach far enough away from this pack was strong. Hell, the temptation to join said pack was strong but he wasn't normally the type to leap before looking.
"Thanks, hon," he returned kindly for her response with a low nod of his head before it was lifted again. He definitely had a relaxed way about him at the moment. This place was heaven. "M'Leon, by the way. Obviously new t'these parts. I grew up n'a place dry as a bone." He was obviously taken by the scenery, but despite that, the tiny petite female had his undivided attention and sharp silver eyes rested easily and friendlily upon her.