Harsh winds

Finally when the wind died down Eltrys took a few moments to take in deep breaths of the ocean without sand getting in his nose. The smell had a sharp hint of cold and oncoming winter coming from inland. He could smell the grass and the rocks still wet and salted from the waves. The storm might have carried up a few free meals.

He stretched his great paws out in front of him and made a loud yawn as he picked himself up from the dune that buried most of his body behind his measly shelter. He stepped out and sent sand flying as he shook his pelt hard and deep. Nothing good about sand getting trapped close to his skin.

He lifted his wide nose to the air again and finally caught the other's scent before he saw her. She was a lithe shadow silhouette against the cliff face to the north, perhaps taller than him but he couldn't gauge as well in this darkness.

Piercing eyes, maybe catching a glint of of the strange shimmering light of the waves and moonlight froze on her before he spoke.
"Not a shadow, are you?" He asked cautiously, an averagely masculine voice reached over the sand to her.