[ The heat has Rose feeling a bit more sour than she normally would; she is a northern wolf, for goodness sake. She was built for frigid conditions, not for heatwaves. She'd set out to the beach because it's the only place socially acceptable to wear little to no clothing - in her case, a pink bikini - during this atrocious weather.

She's about to snap something along the lines of how this heat actually killing her but is... distracted.

That is a very nice smile. That is a very nice bare chest. That is a very nice everything he has there. And, if her nose is right, he's another werewolf. How very interesting. ]

It'd be nice if more people had your attitude, dude. This place is pretty great. [ She gives him another lookover, winning smile of her own directed his way. ] I for one really enjoy the wonderful views.

[ Subtle as a train crash, this one. ]