Sea Lion Shores riptide

It wasn't long before the Welsh wolfess noticed another smell wafting down the beach and entering her nostrils. Another lupine, a stranger at that.

She turned around, her teeth not leaving the hare, she stared. The black-furred she-wolf was making her way towards Crëyr, her demeanor not indicating anything that was threatening towards the petite grayscale female. She tightened her jaws around her meal, though, as she had been taught to expect the unexpected.

Another gust of wind blew towards the she-wolves, again ruffling their fur, allowing Crëyr to spot a patch of white on the other wolf's chest, light against the darkness. Regarding her with curious cerulean eyes, she made sure to keep her distance before speaking softly.

”The ocean is a beautiful thing, isn't it?"