Gilded Bay brine

He was roused from his reverie by the melodic song of his own kind, a high youthful sound that carried on the sea breeze. Crosscurrent lifted his head with a muzzy blink as if waking from a long fitful dream. A pale youth stood not far into the distance. He didn't recognize her, at least not at first glance.

After a moment he tentatively lifted his muzzle and called back. He didn't move just yet. First he would see what the pale wolf's intentions were.