Cerulean Cape In Nobody's Eyes, but Mine

Yellow eyes focused on the shadow as they neared. Their reply sounded like a hello, but mispronounced, or simply in another dialect. Her voice—feminine—was easily carried above the waves. She wagged her tail gently, a sign she intended no harm. Tahoe rose to his feet and gave his ruddy pelt a brief shake before turning to face her, sending specks of sand flying. She went on to mention his mangled remains of a meal. Crab she'd called it, an odd name for an odd creature. He assumed she must be a local, since her knowledge on the resident fauna was so proficient. 

Gulls did the work for me. He answered with a scoff. How does one go 'bout catchin' these things?