Dammit. Where had his brother run off to? Once again, he'd lost his brother, and there was no use in calling for him because he'd get no response. Maybe one of the others in the clan had seen him around...he be sure to ask Mith if he saw him. Trekking back across the sand towards his sandy beach den, Domino cursed under his breath. He looked out towards the water, feeling very grumpy and irritated. Had...had his brother maybe crossed the strip of land?

He himself had to admit, he was afraid to cross. He didn't know what was out there...the one who killed their parents didn't smell like he was from here...he was from across the sea. And that was a reason he didn't want to go. What if all those who lived on the other side were the same way? What if...what if they took his brother? No! Don't be stupid! He was just getting ahead of himself. Sighing, he sank into the sand, light blue gaze watching the water as the creatures of the deep did their daily things. Porpoises and dolphins leapt about, and manatees bobbed lazily around eating kelp. What a slow...peaceful...life.

He was exploring, at long last and thus far, he had not been impressed with what he saw. This was not a place he hadn’t been to before, the beach, but it relaxed him. The white creature walked across the sand, pondering the idea of crossing the strip of land that connected two contenents, wondering what was on the other side. Who was on the other side…Your not ready. For now he was content to explore the region he was in. For now, that would have to do. Here he knew most of the land where he could run and hide if need be but there? He knew nothing. Knew no one.

As the sea creatures splashed and jumped through the air, he ignored them, his eye trained on another creature. A wolf. He watched the lupine creature walk, as if in search of something, somehow unaware of Stark. The white loner had the chance to sneak away, unseen, and yet, he remained where he was. Staring quietly at the speckled wolf in the short distance ahead of him. It occurred to him that he looked creepy, just staring at a strange wolf but he didn’t seem to care. He’d wait to see what the other would do first before he tried to approach.

He grumbled to himself, trying to think about all the places where his brother could be. But all those places he thought of, he had looked. His eyes narrowed on the ocean, the winds weren't as cold here as they were on the mainland, so he would not shiver with the winds. As he shifted to take a deep breath, a foreign scent assaulted his nostrils. A quick turn of his head brought into view, a white male who seemed to be looking at him. Great. A nosy spectator. Or a creeper. Whichever one he was, Domino was inclined to get up.

Shaking his pelt free of clinging sand, he slowly made his way a little closer, wary, but it was his natural guard that had kept him alive so far. Eyeing the white male, he doubted the creature would know anything, but he would ask anyway. "Hey, creeper. Have you seen my brother around? Black and white, odd patterns on his coat, black eyes. Seen anyone by that description?"