Table © Alaine
ooc: hurrah! 
Today, as with most days, Caillen had found himself at a loss of things to do. I mean, it wasn't as if Cour des Miracles was boring - they had their ups, their downs, their bickerings and peacemakings. But sitting at home, alone, in that creaking of Chien Hotel, was NOBODIES idea of fun, right?
So anyway, there was clearly no other option but to do some exploring. His huge footpaws crunched merrily on the leaf-litter underfoot as the tall slate Optime headed to one of his favorite places, the beach. Already, the delectable salty scent of the ocean was lulling him on the breeze, and a merry smile had split his charming face with flashes of large white teeth. For all purposes, Caillen looked like a predator. He LOOKED like a warrior, a handsome soldier, a hulking mass of muscle. But the adolescent was anything but; His clumsiness and awkwardness were almost legendary to those whom had made his acquaintance, and his fighting skills were anything but. Caillen could aim to punch the ground and miss. It truly was a humorous talent of his.
The crash of the waves echoed in his one floppy hark as the youth approached the Shatter Coast beaches, and his step lifted slightly in anticipation. It was not until there was sand underpaw that the wolfdog noticed he was not alone. The sea breeze carried another scent, sharp and male, across to his eagerly twitching jet nose. Immediately, owlish eyes of brilliant sky blue scanned the dunes - Over there, over there! A dark figure that appeared not to notice his arrival. Was that a friend? A member of the pack? With an innocent grin on his maw, Caillen waves his hands over his head, and shouted up the beach:
" Hey! Hey you! Hellooooo?!"
Speak think walk
