Angels & Kings

Paws would carry him in the traditional doggy-style to an area where the sand built up on the floor of the fjord and allowed him to stand without having to swim. He stood firm, rooting his paws to the sand whilst relishing in the feeling of the cool water flowing freely over his frame. The fish were slowly getting used to his presence, and began to dart and swim around his paws, weaving in and out. The water reached up to lap at his stomach as he watched them go, letting them be for the time being. He wasn't too hungry, and senseless killing wasn't exactly in his nature. Still, he began to salivate at the thought of fish, and knew he'd either have to catch one soon or get out of their abode. He chose the latter, finding gluttony to be a heinous sin.

Climbing back out the walls of the fjord would not be as easy as climbing in, but as they didn't appear too steep he was sure he could make it out. A challenge it would be, impossible it was not. A smirk played upon his lips as he looked for the most plausible way out, finding it to be a series of steps of dirt and rock. However, he wasn't certain he was quite ready to go. Perhaps a bit more exploring would do him some good. Turning tail on his chosen route out of here, Gerhardt meandered back toward the fjord's waters, wondering just how far it was to the ocean. He lifted his muzzle and inhaled deeply, but found no smell of salt other than the bit in this water. The ocean must be a good distance. He could also not hear the telltale crashing of the waves.

He wasn't in the mood to go strolling for hours seeking out the very same ocean that bordered his home, and so he chose to go the opposite way, against the current of the water in hopes of finding the other end of this fjord, where the land finally overtook it and filled in the crevasse. Paws would carry him slowly, with no real purpose, as the hair on the back of his neck began to prickle and stand on end. Was someone watching him? Stopping mid step so that his right front paw hung in the air, he turned his head as far as it would go in all directions, searching for the one who watched him, while giving off a call. "Who's there?" Fear did not reverberate in his tone, but caution did make an appearance.

"Speech"