Her call seemed to break the very sound of the waves, a piercing sound that roused him from his moment of relaxation. Instantly, his ears twisted towards the sound, his eyes narrowing in concentration in an effort to better make out the dark form of another. For a moment, he thought it might be his daughter Octavia and yet, he knew seconds later exactly who it might be: Leviathan was exceptionally long of leg with features so narrow and unique to herself. He almost felt guilty having come close to misidentifying her. Instead, he took a moment to enjoy her voice before loping towards the waves, moving into the cool waters as she crashed into them. The waves swept him back with each step, bouncing off his chest and draping his fur in perhaps one of the most unflattering ways. With his fur, he at least appeared larger than he truly was. Much like she, he was a slender creature, a mere wisp compared to, say, the hulking Kane of Diveen. They were one in the same, Leviathan and he.

As she approached the shore, he began to crash back onto the beach, shaking his fur off as he trotted towards the dunes. As he did so, he did his best to not turn his back, catching her eye whenever he could - he wanted her to be completely aware that her company was certainly a desirable thing. It seemed she had plans already, her prize dangling from her jaws as she moved to meet with him. He eyed her almost impressed, a brow raising ever so slightly - he hadn't even noticed her catch it. She must have been fast, or perhaps he had merely been distracted. Who was to say? He smiled nonetheless as she dropped it, ducking his head in a brief bow before he began to pull the creature apart, attempting to split it as evenly as possible. It was not exactly a pretty thing to do so, but it had to be done. As ear twisted up towards her as she spoke, his head rising only when she finished with an inquisitive look.

"All the way over there? I would feel bad with you so far from the rest of us." He paused, turning away for a moment as he attempted to clean his muzzle of blood, his tongue rolling across the crimson. He had apparently grown quite... feral, he supposed, in these last few months. "We could always find you something... closer. Temporarily, of course, if that's what you'd like."

With that, he ducked down once more and pushed the separated half of the bird towards her paws. He fell back then to be seated, walking his paws down until he was on his stomach, the bird now between his paws. He hoped she would follow suit once more so that they might enjoy this meal and talk; afterwards, perhaps he would need to have her show him just how to catch a bird so effectively. He'd never been so good at that.