Gilded Bay calming twist

Phox meandered out of the pack's confines today, his signature gait carrying him further toward the coast. While he still couldn't quite shake the feeling that there was something cursed about the giant body of wavy water, he was becoming more accustomed to living near it. He yawned and stretched well away from where the waves crashed on the shore, as he had no intention of taking a dip.

Brown eyes blinked lazily in the cloud-covered afternoon, and his nose picked up the scent trail of something of interest. He couldn't say exactly what it was, only that it seemed like it could be food. Mammalian, if he had to guess, and possibly edible. Those two traits were enough to set him off on the path.