Ocean's Breath Plateau won't give pause until the blood is flowing

Again, she had him bewildered. Lovecraft had expected her to correct him, perhaps to say that someone had taught her to fish in the rivers and lakes, that it was silly to think a wolf could fish in the ocean. But she instead explained how the very thing could be done. Seems dangerous, he commented, his voice just above a mumble; she had moved away from him and towards the water, fearless and energetic. The snowy wolf was charmed. He followed her, drawing up next to her just as a wave hit shore, the impact sending a spray of salt-scented water droplets into their faces. He blinked in time to keep his eyes safe from the spray.

She was looking back at him, and he felt almost like she was daring him to do something. Are you gonna go swimming in this weather? he asked, his silver eyes glinting playfully. In the aftermath of the wave, the water rushed up to his front paws and kissed them gently, coldly.