Road To El Dorado

He wasn't sure what exactly he was doing, nor where he was going. He had left the pack for the day to go out and do...something. He wasn't sure yet if he wanted to check out the other packs, or if he simply wanted to go and see how Boreas was faring as opposed to Auster. It was early morning, the sun wasn't even up yet, and the sea winds around him were cold. While his fur was thick and suited for cold weather, he still shivered now and again. Likewise, Kimahri didn't seem to like this cold wind either, but so far he hadn't complained about it. The pair walked quietly along the strip, the sound of the ocean all around them, but that was it. Everything else, or whatever inhabited the strip besides clams and crabs, seemed to be sleeping. He wasn't hurrying, nor was he walking slowly, so the trip across the bifrost would surely give him plenty of time to think about what to do when he made it to the next territory...right?