slow mo running on a beach

Kuroo set his net down and rolled a rock over it so it wouldn't wash away in the tide. In the time it took for him to set his net down, the other wolf had spat out his caught rock and was standing triumphantly beside it. As his gaze lifted to settle on the tusked male, one of his brows quirked with a curious expression settling over him. He could barely hide the amused smile as the stranger spoke confidently. Even if there was an attempt to hide the playful taps of the tail, Kuroo could see the water splashing. Trying not to chuckle, Kuroo played along with the bit. Nodding his head, he pointed a paw at his net.

"I agree. Getting rocks caught in my net sure is a bummer," he adds as he closes the distance between them before sitting in the shallows himself. His own tail wags and splashes the water behind him. "They call me Kuroo. I haven't seen you around these parts before," his gaze still moves over the stranger as his head lilts to the side. Even as the salty breeze plays with his fur, he ignores the surroundings. Usually, most didn't travel this far south, and seeing someone new was always intriguing to him.

Kuroo Shima