Luck of the Draw

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?"