Sequoia Coast A land of barbarians

Pushing down her usual negativity, Cthulhu turned to follow the boiling surf along its very edge, never allowing the water to wash over her paws. The result was an unusual side-stepping trot that alternated as readily as the waves themselves. No doubt she looked very queer moving down the beachfront in that fashion, but that was fitting for Cthulhu, who rarely did things that made sense.

Presently, a nice example of this presented itself. A dark figure rushed toward her from the deceptive margin of sight, its gait purposeful and its direct approach suggesting violence. A normal wolf might have doubled back when met with this sort of body language, but not Cthulhu. Rather, she began to run toward the approaching Caiaphas, who faltered just in time for the skinny silver hybrid to draw up nearly nose-to-nose with her.

She met the other with a strangely vacant stare upon being greeted. The shout was foreign in her ears and puzzled her, yet she was an unusual and boisterous soul, so the appropriate response, a loudly shouted, “OI!” was given even though she didn't know what it meant.