It appeared not many ventured out where he was, having not seen anyone for miles after being out there for a little while. For a while, he believed that perhaps he would get through the day without running into a single soul. He blew raspberries as his mind danced on the thought, not minding if it became true. In his case, it was only natural for him to feel that way. It was clear he wasn't a people person so being alone was something he welcomed unlike most people. Clawed fingers continue to run through the sand in search of anything of interest and there were a few times he came up short as he would find himself holding a simple rock. He was determined, however, as he didn't allow it to deter him from continuing his pointless search.
He stooped down again, continuing the noise he makes habitually and soon fingers found something worth investigating. The texture felt different from a rock and as soon as he dug into the sand around it, ruby eyes fell upon it once the sand finished running through the his fingers. What was left was something that certainly held his attention. It was a shell in perfect condition. Though it was plain, small, and white, it still fascinated him to this extent of staring at it. It wasn't till movement caught his attention that his eyes pulled away from what rested in his palm. It was another approaching him and the feeling of hiding appeared though it was too late. So, he prepared himself, pivoting his body to face her as she finalized her advancement. His raspberries ended as he moved to Blitzen's side who was also watching the girl on the horse closing the gap.
His free hand rose to give Blitzen a pat on his side as eyes remained on the stranger. As soon as she was closer, her scent became a little easier to catch over the ocean air and it informed him that she was a pack mate. She greeted herself and Sascha, being the usual quiet and shy boy, waved hello to her as well and maintained the light frown on his face which did't match his feelings. Blitzen eyed the horse curiously but never moved from the Ulrich's side as Sascha debated whether to "say" any thing more to the girl before him. Though no matter how long he thought, it seemed his nervousness was blocking the words from coming forth.
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