The boy sat at the shore's edge, inhaling the salty sea air. The waves crashed upon the shore, sending spray speeding back into his fur. He watched as the bigger waves fizzled and brother climbing up the sand, stopping before his paws and then being dragged back. He didn't dare go for a swim, the winter air cold enough to freeze the spray of the tips of his fur as it was. The cold winter sun offered no warmth in it's journey across the sky. 

Even though it was cold, he loved it. This was where old,old Glaciem moved to. It was where he was born. It was the first place he'd gone after returning to Alacritis and the place he reunited with his brother. It was where he found himself now. Dark sand behind around him stopped in shapes of where waves had reached during high tide, contrasting deeply with the pearly white snow. It was just peaceful. What he needed. With a sigh, Sage flopped down on the sand, letting the icy water run over his paws.

He'd found his way back to the black sand beaches, his first encounter here being rather interesting he'd hoped to come back and have it all to himself. Of course, as he drew more near the location his nose would pick up the scent of yet another wolf hanging out at his vacation spot. Much like Sage Bacchus had no qualms with the cold and almost enjoyed its presence. He had decided that he liked this beach and wanted very much to enjoy it on his own. Still he had no plans on being rude, so would mostly mind his own business as he too made his way to the shore, eager to watch the cold waves as they met at his toes. Though he didn't like the breeze on his fur when it was wet, and wouldn't let himself get too close this time. A light smile would play on his features as his elegant tail was picked at by the breeze. ""

The male watched as a small crab scurried across the sand. It ducked away from the water, snatching at the green seaweed it left behind. It's claws were stained green from earlier meals. The healers eyes followed as it edged in it's odd sideways manner back to the hole it came from. 


Not long after, Sage heard someone sit down alongside him. He looked over to see a young boy sitting at the waters edge as he had been. The boy looked around half a year? Maybe a bit less. Calm healer eyes looked him over, but nothing seemed to need immediate attention. With a smile, Sage sat up, wet sand dripping from his chest. Gently he shook his fur, being careful not to get any on the boy. "Good day, young sir. My name is Sage. How do you do?" Sage said, ever formal in his ways. He dipped his head, smiling with a glitter in his eye.

He'd try not to mind the stranger, wondering if he'd be able to explore alone or if he'd become interrupted like with Ravenna. The voice would call out to him, and Bacchus would find he could not be rude to the stranger. Introducing himself the dark wolf would ask of his condition. The slate blue boy would look up, a hint of a smile on his lips as he nodded in greeting. He wasn't rude but he also was not incredibly formal. "I'm Bacchus." He'd answer shortly, "and I um.. do well." He'd add, remembering the latter part of the man's statement. He wouldn't move or get up, keeping himself seated almost relaxed those few yards away. ""