Nate blinked. ...Striking, huh? He went briefly crosseyed as he looked down to the octopus welt on his nose, Well, far be it from me to argue with a beautiful lady, Miss Fionnuala. But I hope it's the good kind of striking. It felt a bit optimistic to him to think so, considering he was wearing seaweed, and his ears were big even by wolf standards. Maybe waya gals were into that sort of thing? He chuckled, If I'm wrong, maybe just let me believe otherwise.

Looking up at the gulls, he readjusted his hold on the gathered treasures with a rolling shoulder, using the seaweed like a sling to hold the skin. Noisy fellas, aren't they? Throwing a sideways smile, he explained, I'm beach-combing. And they're — A paw waved in the direction of the flock, Trying to decide if I got something worth stealing. Criminals, all of 'em. Steal the food right out your mouth, given half a chance... But they do look pretty flying.

Nate ducked his head again as one swooped closer, eyeing his octopus. He laughed. See?

It seemed a bit foolish to assume she only came over to ask him about birds, though. She didn't look to be starving or overly distressed, so he didn't think she was in immediate trouble. But he also didn't smell an abundance of other wolves on her. His brow furrowed with concern, Are — you alone out here, Miss?