We Met One Stormy Night

She was wary and he could very well understand why. Voltage could be a force to be reckoned with when he needed to be, but he wasn't mean, or scary. He smiled softly to her then, stomy eyes shining as the drops of water slipped along his muzzle and nose. She was scared, and he wanted to do something to calm her down. With a gentle tilt of his head he reguarded her and her question. Pack? He shook his head then, dispelling the rain drops. "We may be pack sized, but we aren't a pack" He said gently, smiling down at the girl. "My family and I have taken this place as our home.." He said with a gentle smile before he moved to sit, trying to appear a lot less dangerous than he seemed. He wasn't submissive, but he was relaxed. "The waves are very relaxing." He agreed, glancing out towards the ocean before shaking just slightly. "But it's very dangerous during a thunderstorm. The electricity can shock anyone close to the water, or so I've been told." He said with a laugh, turning back to her. She seemed to have a myriad of scents upon her fur, and yet it seemed to all seem rather similar. Perhaps she was from a pack, or a large family herself. "Would you like some shelter from the storm? The rain is only going to get worse. And I assure you, no harm will come to you on our beach." He said softly, delicately, smiling at her, tilting his head towards the dens which most were unoccupied and unclaimed.