Wheeling Gull Isle golden hour

Steelhead's eyes widened and he gawked at her as she attacked the waves, a forepaw lifted in a confused and wary manner as he considered leaving. She seemed to be seriously angry at the ocean and perhaps a little screwy in the upstairs department. Unfortunately he took too long to decide what to do and she turned to him, approaching and sniffing at him before uttering a single word. He felt a chuckle rise in his throat and smothered it before it could be released, ending up making a choked sort of noise. "Only if it's storming out or you're a pup. It's really not so bad, if you can swim" he responded with a slow wag of his tail. He studied her for a moment before realizing she was scared of the ocean. It must suck to call a place home that was surrounded by something you weren't sure of. "I promise the waves won't hurt you." he said with a slight smile.