Oystercatcher Tide Pools what an entrance

an angry bellow sounded through the air, followed by a racuous rejoinder of gulls. caiaphas lifted her head from a tidepool, an ear aslant as she tried to suss out its author's location. dripping wet but not entirely bothered, the siren prowled from the brim of the water and headed for higher ground. she wasn't in favor of being caught unawares in the open - better to see what the ruckus was, before the ruckus found her.

it was then she saw a creature not so different from herself in body-type. it was that alone that made her change her trajectory. like her he didn't make much of a tall figure - he was shaped clearly by coyote blood, and his fur was the familial gold of her halfblooded kin. sizing him up and drawing her own inferences, the wretch spoke soon as she was within distance. "you making all that noise?"