Sea Lion Shores and a bottle of rum!

This forward-dated to some days after his joining at HR ;)

"Avast, ye spineless sea-dogs!" the youthful Jolly Roger crowed, fighting for his voice to be heard over the raucous, throaty barks of the sleekly finned beach-dwellers. There weren't as many here now as there soon would be come mid-spring, but he was impressed by their numbers nonetheless, having never seen so many in one place as most sea lions had typically avoided the dangerously wolf-littered isle of Tortuga.

Surely there was something worth taking from here—even if the smell of them was particularly deterring. (Salt, which was one of his favorite scents, didn't seem to be helping either.) But this would not stop the wolf's intended assault.

They ignored him for the most part, leaving him to walk around them, but some of the more wary creatures hobbled uncomfortably out of his way as he pranced through. "Prepare t'be pillaged an' plundered by thee migh-ty Cap'n Jolly Roger!" he further shouted, which was met by an irritated horn-like call of a nearby bull, who nipped at the space between Roger's lower thigh and hock, immediately drawing blood. "OW! Why ye li'l—" he snapped, whirling around to retaliate on the sneaky beast. Only a sudden WHOOSH and subsequent CRASH of the surf distracted him from the violent rebuttal.

"Oh shit!" A massive orca had come ashore, snatching up a (unfortunately) too-close sea lion, and then rocking back into ocean with its bloody kill in crying tow. Roger stood frozen in shock at the occurrence, while the smarter mammals all began to honk and scurry and blubber further up the beach, well into safety. He watched mutely as the sea swallowed up the dichromatic animal again, as well as all the blood it had spilled.

Edy figured that the best way to spice up his life today was to pick up his feet and move out of the ridge for a few hours. Sometimes it felt pointless. Even the rank he had attained had worn off in its newness, and the wolf had been left with a renewed sense of failure. He felt as if he was doing something wrong. Surely it had to be his fault that his life felt so drab and boring. With a heavy sigh, the Razorback departed the packlands and ventured toward the sea.

His wandering legs took him west over a river and toward the coast. The near-constant barking sounds of the all-too-familiar seals grew louder and louder, though Edy was not so sure he wanted to get close to them. They were formidable beasts with their tusks and weight, and he did not wish to provoke them. However, a lone figure who was not a seal did catch his attention. Curious, Kennedy moved toward the creature, keeping his distance from the bulls and cows that littered the shore. When the great black fish jumped from the water and gobbled up one of the aforementioned waddling creatures, Edy stood wide-eyed.

But he remembered what had happened to Pied, and knew that the other wolf was far too close for comfort for him. “Get back! That thing’ll eat you!” he shouted, hoping the other would be able to hear him over all the commotion.

A shout drew Roger out of his stunned absorption, causing him to whirl and turn fervent, orange-brown eyes on the one who had addressed him over the clamor of the bellowing inhabitants. He wasn't that close to the water, but the black-and-peppered male brought an uncertainty to the pirate's mind concerning the mammoth creature's power. And as soon as he began to think that he was near enough to be snatched up like that sea lion, he was scuttling backwards before turning tail and half-running to come stand at the stranger's side.

Near enough, he was pleased to find that he smelled of the Ridge, which his own pelt only faintly resembled at that time. "What kinda hell-born beast was that?" he asked breathlessly, his heart hammering and his eyes wide as he still reeled from the surprise of the whale's whooshing arrival. He didn't realize he was breathing hard, more excited than he was actually afraid.

As he calmed, he actually began to notice things about his company—like how impressively built the wolf was (though he was merely an island when compared the the continent that had just ran ashore for a meal). His eyes were green too, though Jolly Roger avoided looking into them directly; half out of respect and half because he was still glancing wildly out to sea, wondering if the whale would come ashore again: this time for a bit of wolf meat.

Thankfully, the unknown wolf heeded his warning and quickly retreated from the coastline to stand by Edy's side. When the male's scent was noticeable, Edy realized it was yet another Horizon Ridge member—one he had not met. “Pied called it a blackfish,” Kennedy replied. It certainly was a beast of a creature, and Edy could understand why it struck fear into the hearts of so many. He was confounded as to why the sea lions did not take their business elsewhere, unaware that they needed to ocean to eat.

Considering the danger had passed for the time being, Kennedy felt himself relax. “Terrible things, they are. Make me wonder if this is the best place to be hanging around.” Nevertheless, Edy could not help but bum around here every once in awhile. “So, you’re new to Horizon Ridge... What brought you to us?” he asked.

Kennedy listened thoughtfully as Jolly Roger spoke of his own tale. When the two were done with their conversation, Kennedy walked back with him to the ridge.