Stavanger Bay Everyone knows how to fish...right?

No worries! You’re good! ;>

With golden orbs darting every which way through the cerulean depths he stills when he feels a presence around him. It’s that certain feeling one gets when they can tell someone’s eyes are on them. His train of thought about fishing has derailed and he turns his head to directly face the other wolf. Though his brows are furrowed, his expression isn’t completely malicious, more skeptical as he eyes the female down.

“You snuck up on me.” He comments, an easy yet confident smirk coming to his face. “Almost startled me; couldn’t hear you over the waves.”