Found ya

The male decided to head North, heading towards the main continent in search of his lost mother. Little did he know, however, that today would be the day they cross paths. The slate blue male trotted across the sands, the feeling of the earth strange beneath his paws. Back home, they had very little shores that had dirt, everything was encased in snow and ice, but not here. Here everything was different, there were trees and dirt and rocks and all sorts of things that were rare to find where he once lived. He thought about the day he'd return home and tell everyone of the things he had found and felt and saw, but he wondered just how he'd get back in the first place. Maybe some day...but for now, he was more concerned with finding his mother.

The man grew distracted then, wide eyed as a crab scuttled across his path until it dove into the waves that lapped at the land bridge. He watched it with interest, wondering what else might be scuttling around here. It was then when he looked up, he saw a familiar form ahead of him. Her back was to him, but he knew that gait, scent, and form all too well. "Anaana!" He called out, the male deciding to head towards her in a gleeful run. He watched her turn towards him, surprise evident upon her face, confusion too, until she realized who it was.