Moonspear it gets better

He got the feeling he was late to something here, but it didn't matter all that much to him. He took it all in the same sort of stride, joining up beside them in and swiftly keying in to what they were up to--the best he was able to, at least. Towards his father's question, his ears tilted back, and he flicked a glance to Vela then before he spoke. He had a pretty good idea that he knew her answer too and on this matter at least, the two of them were on similar wavelengths. "No, never all the way there." he replied. He had smelled the sea's breezes from a distance, and of course noticed it on the furs of others--which was a thought that reminded him of the wolves he had met before who did hail from the seashore. "I've met other wolves that do say they live on the coast though," the yearling added, for whatever it was worth.