The air was not so frigid here. Bryn was happy to be rid of the weather up north, after her... dalliance with pack affairs. So much for that! She'd lasted one week before the leader had decided to up and move, merging his number with another reigning woman. Not wanting to exert the effort needed to take part in such a tedious mingling, Brynhildr had left with her tail held high. Perhaps she ought to have at least gave her farewells, but... Eh. If it ever came up again she would make amends later! But this realm was large, and there was plenty of space for avoiding awkward confrontations. Besides there were a plethora of mollusks here, and she was happy as a, well, a clam to spend her days digging them up and feasting on the sweet meats hidden inside. The sound of the ocean, the gurgling streamlets as the tide flooded in, the smell of the harsh salt winds which swept in off it's surface... She drew in a deep breath. Sure, she was cake up to her belly fur in muck and she smelled of seaweed and rotting kelp, but that didn't mean she wasn't having a good time. Quite the opposite in fact. The more disheveled she was, more often than not, the better her day was going. She cracked her jaws down around the shell of a particularly large crustacean, grinning around the object as it gave way. "Speech"

There wasn't much to be disliked about this new land he'd found himself in. Though many areas smelled of pack life there were plenty that didn't. Thankfully, this was one of those that didn't. Mud and dirt clung to his stomach, the back of his front legs and the front of his back legs. He'd been here since low tide, digging here and there for a morsel of, well, anything edible from the sea. He'd found a plethora of sea life just waiting for the taking - almost as if someone (perhaps even Cecily) had laid him out a wide feast. Even the trees served as traps for lost and disoriented crustacea and fish. Though some fish lay rotting and disgusted even the seadog, there truly were plenty of other choices to be had. With the final crunch of a particularly snack-sized crab he lifted his head, noting the darkened figure of another who seemed to be taking advantage of the feast as well. He was close enough to hear the creature crack beneath the weight of her jaws, and surprisingly enough the sound brought a toothy smile to his lips. He shook once and picked up a bouncy trot in her direction, slowing his pace when he neared 10 yards from her. “Ahoy, lass!” He offered in greeting, accompanied by the dip of his head and another flash of his toothy smile. His silver gaze would flick over her once, appraising her size, stature, and coloration. She reminded him of Illyria, though this woman was darker somewhat and more.. foreign in appearance. “M'name's Hascal,” he offered in further greeting, wondering if she was the talking kind. His tail swayed gently behind him, aided more by the breeze than his own physical effort. He was quite sure he looked a royal mess, but it wasn't as if she were much better off. His appearance never mattered much to him anyway. It was impossible to stay clean and well groomed while spending the majority of one's life near the sea. “”