Dragoncrest Cliffs This place is all he's ever known

Slow, calm footfalls on the sand could only belong to one wolf. Swordfish, as casual as ever, had deigned her worthy of his time, and had strolled up to greet her. Often, she saw him relaxing, sunbathing when it was warmer- but perhaps the chilly air gave him a bit more energy. As a beloved fellow packmate, he was greeted with a loud thumping of her tail on the ground and a flickering of her ears as a show of deference. 

"Oh," She said, looking out to the water. "I want to see how far de water comes in when de tide is at its highest, compared to its lowest," She said. "I put de stick in to mark low tide, just a few minutes ago, but you see de tide 'as already come up past it, eh?" She said. While it was just a few inches, the waves brushed past the stick every time they came in. "De tide line be dere, where de seaweed is. I just wanted to see 'ow fast it moves for myself." She admitted. "Wanna piece of crab?"