Slipping under the water

The feeling of the water against his sore paws was a welcome one. The evening air crisping around him while he took in deep breaths and looked across the water. Where he could stand there and debate his life choices that was for damn sure. Giving off a sneeze he shook his head turning to the sand and taking a few steps on the beach. Watching his large paws make marks in the sand. Wasn’t there something more he could do, something more that he could learn. What motivational goals did he have, if not none at all.

"Get it together Nirah, what the hell is wrong with you man?" he sputtered out as he lowered his head. Defaulting to walking in a few circles. Making sure those prints messed themselves up real good, even mixing with the marks of already previous armada member none of whom he seemed to be close to. Sirius was getting on in years and Nirah didn’t want to waste anyone’s times, but that’s all he felt like he was doing. Wasting everyone’s time.