Making Sea Shells by the Seashore

*Steel* · (This post was last modified: 02-03-2016, 10:04 PM by Steel.)

Note: set in Sea's Plain

What the hell was he supposed to do now? As far as Steel knew, he had three viable options. One - stay with Faria, as he had been for nearly a year. She was due to have Mithras's babies, a fact that displeased him more than he let on. Her attention was divided now, between him and Mithras and whoever else wandered through, and soon would be on her children. Still, he thought of her fondly and the thought of leaving her behind was upsetting. Two - return with Ara and Novel, if he would even be accepted back into their pack, though Ara had promised he would be. At least there he'd be around Psalm and Hymn, his nephews despite being nearly the same age as him, who he'd grown up alongside. Three - leave everyone and go off on his own. This was the least favorable option, but the other two had so many pros and cons he figured he ought to consider it, at the very least.

His head spun was he splashed absently along the shoreline. The water lapped at the shore in waves, and he couldn't help but wish it might drag him back with each pull outward. How much easier his decision might be, if all of his choices were taken away from him - if one day he simply woke up, in an unfamiliar land, alone and unburdened. God, was he angsty; but hadn't he always been? A slight scowl painted his features as he splashed forward, without a care as to how much water soaked his pelt as he padded through the shallow water.

His gaze focused on the turbulent surface of the sea as he trudged onward. It look him a long moment to catch the scent of another, and slowly his sharp crimson stare would scan his surroundings before he saw her. A woman stood at the shore, and it seemed like she was eating something? Steel's brows pulled together as he watched her, thinking back on the man he'd met when he'd first gone to the Southern continent with his parents, who'd been eating seafood too. Grumbling softly to himself, he'd move away from the water, further inland - shaking some of the moisture from his pelt as he approached the stranger. "That any good?" he'd ask as he eyed the food at her forepaws.

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