EXPLOOR TIEMS. Probably a pack member he hasn't met yet? Don't mind having more than one character though. 
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Skoll had found the secret of the Pirata Grotto.
Memories of near-drowning among the shattered rocks of the coast had made him a bit nervous about venturing toward the coast. However, he had made the trek on four legs this morning and had found that the water wasn’t as dangerous as it had been that cold day. It still crashed against the rocks in sprays of foam but here, south of Lunenburg, it no longer looked like it could dash a luperci against the shore. His paws sank into the sand as he made a trip along the area, and eventually he caught a hint of the cave. He’d paused uncertainly, his ears drooping, and ducked as low as he dared near the water’s edge to get a glimpse. The water was an almost unnatural blue, and he almost wondered if there was something magical breathing inside the hidden cavern.
Skoll allowed himself to be distracted, though, letting the surf wash up around his paws and chasing seagulls to his heart’s content. The day passed by, and by the time late afternoon rolled around, the water had receded. After checking out the gifts left during high tide, including what might have been a fish tail and a few gnaw-worthy pieces of driftwood, he meandered back toward the cave.
The low tide exposed the entrance; it was completely possible for the wolfdog to get inside now. He grinned broadly and splashed into the water, which soaked at all four legs and his belly fur as he waded under the stone mouth to see the grotto more clearly. The way the sunlight struck the water made it glow, turning his green eyes an almost oceanic color and touching his pelt with hints of blue. He laughed at the effect and cantered deeper into the cave, splashing and whipping water from his tail lightheartedly.
A dark shape loomed out of nowhere, and Skoll halted. He craned his neck, eyes growing huge as he began to make out details of the form: a broken hull with a belly full of shadows, wood sticking broken and awkward from tight rocks, a mast scraping the roof. Realization of what this was made the blonde prince’s eyes widen, and he started to bark in excitement.
A pirate ship!
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