Strelein wanted to get up to some mischief, but it was hard when he didn't know what kind he should attempt. He'd explored a little of his new home, found the place he'd live, and left his things there. His lute wasn't with him, but he figured that it would be safer away from his exploits. It was even worse considering how warm and bright it was. It made him drowsy the moment he'd gotten up that morning and set foot outside.
He was drawn to the beach once more, feeling his love for it grow with every visit. It was so peaceful and calming, but Strel had yet to see it raging. Even then, he'd probably comment on the might of it all. To him, it was something nature got right the first time. Calm and peaceful for a while, wild and vindictive later.
It seemed many in the pack were attracted to the wide beach. Maybe it was just the season. It was summer, after all. It was the perfect place to go should the air grow too hot and stifling. Or to sunbath if it wasn't too unbearably warm. It seemed that Leroy had that exact idea. He was spread out on a rock, and all Strelein could think was 'oh cutie'.
He decided to stand right next to the sunbathing pack member. He shielded his eyes from the sun and glanced across the vast expanse of water, waiting for Leroy to realize he was there. And to think, Strel ahd been so very worried about making an impression at the border.