Word Count: 213
Sorry it's short >.<
Wrapping around him, it’s strong pushes ruffling his short cream hair in all directions. In the distance he saw some seagulls fall and rise to the water; or atleast that’s what he thought he was seeing. For good measures, he took another gulp from his flask, letting out a pleasurable sigh as the contents burnt their way down his throat.
Clumsily, his raised a hand to shade his eyes; squinting them to get a better look at whatever was across the water. “Yurp, dey bee seargulls!” he announced, satisfied that he was correct.
A female voice reached his ears, his head following the sound shortly after. Ice blue eyes scanned over the coyote hybrid’s form, taking in the contrasting red and white of her coat. His stomach complained, he could feel it’s contents swirling around; threatening to make a reappearance, but he swallowed down the sickening feeling and flashed the strange female an innocent, and his opinion, ‘charming’ smile.
With a jerk movement, taking more energy and focus then it should of required, he raised an arm and opened and closed his hand in a ‘come over’ sign. “Well, allow there. Why duncha common over and enjoy the view?” he called over, not entirely sure if the female would understand his vague gesture.
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