His adventure in the caves had been a brief stint but certainly not one he was going to forget anytime soon. He knows he has met somebody quite unique and, if anything, he knows he will find himself seeking her out in due time. But, he seeks out his home once more now. The caves were fun, yes, but he seeks out the comfort of his siblings and the familiarity of the shores. He is hungry, after all, and he knows where to find food by the sea but not the caves. It is disappointing, perhaps, but he is already accustomed to having to fend for himself. He knows he must return if he is to do so.

He is quick as he trots through Glorall, already accustomed to the tangled paths and melting snow. He is growing more and more each day and so, behind the guise of grace, his paws slip and smack awkwardly below him. It is unbecoming, truly, for him and it makes him bite down with frustration. It seems as if he cannot keep up with his own paws or legs - they grow without his permission or understanding. Each time he masters something, his body is fast to remind him of his limitations. It gives him drive, however, and perhaps that is evident as he breaks onto the sand and begins to jog. Besides, there are early clutches of eggs being laid at the furthermost end of the shore. It is a success no matter how he looks at the situation.

He does not think of much as he jogs, only the placement of his paws and the way it feels. He avoids thinking too much at times. It only leads to unusual things, after all. When he thinks of his mother, he feels a hollowness inside him. When he thinks of his proclaimed father, he feels small. They are unusual thoughts and so, he does his best to merely focus on the feeling of the sand and the sound of birds in the distance. It is only when a yelp of pain resonates across the sand that he pauses and is brought to the more corporeal world. His ears flicker forward, his heart suddenly aflutter. It makes him curious. Excited, even. He cannot help but take off once more at a swift pace, his breathing heavy with the effort.

He does not know the wolf he finds. He only knows that he is part of the pack and thus, an extension of his family. At first, he slows suspiciously. It is when he can fully observe the situation that he moves to approach entirely, circling about somewhat so that he might approach from the wolf's line of sight. From his lip, a crab dangles. He is familiar with the creature - they are food, after all, though he has never hunted one himself.

He has no hesitation now as he lopes forward, his slighter size an awkward comparison to the half-grown stranger. Slowly, and with the occasional flinch, he leans out to sniff at the crab. It is then that he pokes at it with his nose, his body lurching back instinctively the moment it moved. And then, he cannot help it. He leans forward and pulls at one of its legs with his teeth, nibbling into the hard casing as he does so. He does not know if it will help this stranger but... it seems right to do so. He is hungry, anyway. Like the birds, it should be a success either way.