I know she is a strong and capable female, and I know already that she does not need me per say, but at the same time, just the budding idea that anyone would attempt to harm her, to make her bleed, makes thoughts come to my head that do not normal reside there. I am already protective in nature for those I love, but this is something...different. It is almost completely terrifying, and yet I am capable of keeping myself calm and collected, with a grin upon my dark lips.

Being at homer was a wonderful feeling, and having her near while we are here together is simply...relaxing in many ways, and yet tense. I wonder how I can feel both at the same time as I allow my paws to feel the sand. I hope so greatly that she...that she likes my home. I have never felt such a need before, and yet I do now. I listen as she speaks, of how she will have to find others as I am given to pause.

"If there is a beach more beautiful, I would like to see it," I say happily, knowing that I would want to share such an experience with her...wait, is that a strange thought? I look away, staring out to the ocean again as I feel my body stiffen again, like an endless cycle of stiffening and relaxing around her. I am even surprised that she got so close to me, but I am fine with that. I am sure I would always be fine with that, touch is such an essential part of communication I have come to find.

I am not quite sure what to do, a moment of us standing, but it is she is who acts, her whisper like a burning in my ear as I turn to look, her form rushing off as I watch. I lifted my head slightly, my eyes widening as I watch her go. The hairs on my back, silvered and reddened, ruffled slightly. I look at her a moment, before I am pulled away suddenly, my blackened paws speckled with white sand as I follow her, watching as she looks at the shells, and yet she is still quick. I follow with ease, my form built for moving like the wind gently guiding her from behind.

I immediately feel the change within her though, how her hackles raise and mine are given to mirror hers immediately. My blood begins to pump, and I feel the warmth of my face as I feel the need to know what exactly is causing her to feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable. I come beside her, wishing to reach out and comfort her with muzzle and I almost dare to do so, but she asks the question. I look down at the crab, smirking at it as I lower my face slightly towards it.

"Yes, a crab. They front claws can really hurt, so be careful, but they taste delicious if you avoid them, and bite through their underside. Do you wish for a taste?" I ask, my own muzzle lowered as hers seemed to inch closer. I would gladly catch her a nice crab dinner if she wished, and I honestly do not think anyone should go without a taste of something so grand, though I do admit they are an annoying prey in more than one way, with the pinchers and touch shell and all...but it is certainly worth it if she wants it.