This is Living

Spindly legs carried him swiftly in the direction of the ocean. He couldn't quite decide what sent him trotting off this way, but the young man took a moment to appreciate the... lack of weight he now felt on his shoulders. It was refreshing to wander without worry, without feeling like he was looking for something. He did remain near his family's lands, not leaving this time but rather searching for a nice place to relax.

Ears the color of snow would swivel left and right as he picked up the sound of waves and sped up his trot to go see the rocky beach and glittering waters. Soon enough he reached a spot where he could see it, and he had to brace his legs a bit as a chilly wind came blowing in off the water, pushing him back half a step and ruffling his fur. It might not be a perfectly peaceful spot, yet it was lovely. Eagerly the boy trotted down a slope towards the sand, grinning when he felt it squish between his paws. He set off meandering closer to the foam covered shoreline, occasionally peering into pools of smelly salt water that seemed to be teeming with small aquatic creatures.