Smelling Like a Salty Dog

Well… Now he was back. Back in Boreas, far from the warm southern continent from which he had departed, but most of all far from the bounty that had been placed on his head on far more distant shores. Eura chattered on his back, making a show of holding herself tightly and shivering as the cold wind blew off the ancient structure. “I know, I know.” He said with just a touch of exasperation. The weather was only mild at best, but it was vastly different from the white sand beaches and the crystal blue seas he and his companion had left behind to escape the iron fist of the law.

His ears twitched as they walked the length of the structure, moving at an easy pace despite the shrill objections of the multihued monkey. First, he supposed he would need something to eat; he was starving, and weary from battling he sea, but there was little chance of him finding any big game in the wide, open, expanse of the north. He sighed and began to trot searching for a break in the strange formation so he could at least move further south.

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