Lute strung across his back, the young newcomer strolled across the sand. The foamy surf washed over his feet, cooling him off slightly. The beach was warm and the water helped to balance out the temperature difference. Plus it was the third time Strelein had ever been in the ocean even slightly. His old home did not herald a sea coast and the closest thing there had been a pond and a river. The wind plucked at his longer red mane, tossing some of it into his eyes and then pulling it away again. Even trying to push it back didn't work, and quite frankly, Strel didn't care to try. He would have tied it back, but that felt more restricting then even clothing felt.
The sounds of another instrument reached the ears of the two year old, and he turned his attention landward. Not too far ahead of him sat an orange, pumpkin-like colored Optime. Obviously he was in the pack, otherwise this would be a major transgression on his part. Besides, Strelein already met him when he arrived a few days ago. It was a small pack, but at least it was fitting. That was all he was looking for anyway, and he was doubly glad to have found it as fast as he did.
"Morning. How you doin'?" he greeted, plopping himself down next to the other male. He carefully pulled his own instrument into his lap, but did not touch the strings. Strel ran a hand through his misbehaving hair, untangling it slightly in the process. "I didn't know you played. You any good?"