Dreamin' the Dream

A cold grin graced Natha's lips as she watched the wolf intently. She rather liked the surprise on the canines face at her appearance. It wasn't often she got to lord her height over the wolves of this realm. The wolf did not seem to be amused. "Oh yes, freezing water does wonders for waking up the spirit… or so I've been told. I don't do water." In her opinion fur and water did not mix though she'd met some of her kind that did occasionally swim and of course the canines didn't seem to have near the aversion to it that they should have.

How did you know about the riptides?

Natha let out a soft, genuine chuckle. "I don't, I was just being an ass. This is my first time to this location though I could probably spot a rip current if there were any but that doesn't seem to be the case now." She gazed out at the water for a moment before turning back to the wolf. "My name is Natha Críoch. Would you happen to know what sort of prey resides here? All I've seen thus far are the gulls though they've been irritating enough that they just might be worth a shot."