Enoch was quiet, as he often was, as he followed the child. He had first become interested due to the boy's size - he was so small, after all, something that Enoch had never witnessed firsthand. In fact, he had never met another wolf younger than him so it felt only natural that he was drawn to something so peculiar. Besides, he was fascinated by the child's reaction to the sand and so, he moved at a distance, quiet and careful. He his mother's silence, after all, despite his ability to speak. He was more comfortable with the quiet, more at peace when he was able to simply absorb the world around him. To him, that's what the boy seemed to be doing too: taking it all in.

As the younger boy tumbled down towards the ocean on excited paws, Enoch had found himself a place atop the sandy crest; the spring sun illuminated his dark fur, his blind eye turned towards it unblinking. He had never bothered to learn how to deceive others about his blindness - he let the eye stare out, unaffected by the sun that struck it. And so he stayed put for some moments as the younger child darted to the ocean on untrained paws - as he seemed confused, Enoch's head tilted in response, confused by, well, his confusion.

Slowly, he stood. With the intention of being discovered now, he let his paws crunch in the sand as he ambled forward, sniffing the boy's pawprints as he went along the shore. He huffed as he took his position several feet from the stranger and then, he almost seemed to mirror Triton. He stared intensely at the water and then, he looked towards Triton. Back to the water, back to Triton - several times. His brows had become furrowed though, as if trying to decipher just what the boy had meant in his confusion. And then, with a final glance to the boy, Enoch darted a paw to the water and gave it several sharp smacks as the tide ebbed along the shoreline. He snorted and gave a sheepish grin as his paw dangled in mid-air, ready to strike again.