Crikey!

To say Dream was still riding his high of being let into the pack was probably an understatement. All day he'd been getting glimpses of those missing parts of himself reflected in the wolves around him; a group of friends laughing at a joke muttered over a shared kill, a pair of warriors locked in a spar and exchanging friendly jabs, wolves just being what they were and living how they were supposed to. And maybe he didn't know any of them yet, and maybe he wasn't exactly included in any of their shit yet, but he was here in the middle of it when only yesterday he'd been on the outside string in.

The beach, he discovered quickly, was going to be a favorite for him. He could already see the potential for training, and as Sirius had assured him this would also be prime fishing territory too. Not to mention he was totally a fan of slacking off in the sun from time to time- only when he had nothing else to do of course.

As he was contemplating all of this though, he was snapped from his thoughts by a hushed voice calling out to him.

"Psst! Over here!"

Green eyes quickly found the culprit, landing on the other wolf with a questioning gaze. He tried not to be too distracted by the wings and all the other cool shit they had going on, and instead followed their gaze to the shoreline up ahead. Well, that was...just great. Keeping out of it's site he'd pad over to join the other wolf, coming to a stop beside them with his eyes still lingering on the croc. "Your friend's quite the looker." he joked, the sarcasm in his words obvious. "Got any ideas on how to get rid of it?" he asked, a brow arching as his gaze slid toward them. Cuz he was down. Time to prove he wasn't useless.

"Speech"