By mid-afternoon of the second day, Garm had officially outgrown any normal wolf - not that he’d been much of a wolf in the first place. In fact, in all honesty, he acted more like an actual dog than anything else; he was always curious and happy to meet new people, though he didn’t seem to care for cars. Perhaps the most odd part of all was that he neither barked nor howled, though he made plenty of other noises.
At the moment, Garm had discovered his new favorite thing: the beach. The oversized wolf played around in the waves like any human-bred dog might, exhibiting all the joy one would expect from a two-day-old pup. Personally, Cloud was just happy to be able to eat lunch while sitting down for a change, even if it was a pretty cold day out.
Sadly, of course, it couldn’t last forever. Not everyone caught Garm’s attention, but sooner or later, somebody would. This time, apparently, his attention was caught by some purple-haired figure along the boardwalk at the beach’s edge.
Cloud looked back at Garm, who returned his gaze - and then broke into a sprint. Cloud chased after him whistling - he’d been trying to teach Garm to stop on command - but as usual, Garm didn’t listen Cloud gave up and just piled on more speed, trying to catch the wolf (or at least the leash) before he got too close.
Seriously, when had the wolf gotten so damned fast?
