Sequoia Coast afternoon phase

He was gradually growing stronger. Every day he could walk a bit farther, with more of the vigor had before. With the princely, no, kingly posture he once owned. It marveled him how quickly he could recover from the sea. Even though he was tossd around, battered, on top of his previous injuries, he was still making a rather quick recovery, on the outside at least. His internal bleeding prompted him to cough up blood when he exerted himself too much, and that could be even the brisker walking paces. So today, he kept a slow, easy pace along the coastline.

The dark gray male saw the tidal pools that formed from the ocean's constant beat. The Dread Knight walked over to one of the pools, hoping to find one of the crustaceans that resided oftentimes inside them when he saw another wolf peering into the depths. He stepped back, a bit startled by her arrival. He hadn't seen her or sensed her? "Ah, good afternoon, my Lady."