Have you ever seen the sun drown?

Still chewing lazily on what remained of the mouthfull of long, overly tough grass the Moose found himself amused by the much smaller wolf's reaction. Atlas was hardly the type to attack unprovoked, but he did find comfort in the fact that his size alone usually meant predators would think twice before messing with him at least so long as they lacked backup. It was wise of them to think that way, he could appreciate that much. The antlers also tended to help, though they were hardly his main weapons.

He chuckled and shrugged, "Me neither. I think my kind prefer more northern lands, although we aren't too uncommon in the east." He watched the small - or at least small compared to him - predator squirm a bit until he began to meander down the shoreline, splash through the waves a bit as he wandered slowly. "I'm Atlas, it's good to meet you Baelfire."

He returned to the beach, weaving through the rocks at an easy pace, head low to the ground as he inspected the area carefully. He paused at a tide-pool, peering in at the little sea creatures that busied themselves in the small pool of water, unperturbed by his presence. A sea anemone waved it's little tentacle-looking appendages with the motion of the water. Glancing back towards Baelfire, Atlas asked, "What brings you this way, anything in particular?"