just like this

Silver paws carried the bulky boy across the water to the large island. With the ocean on both sides of him the wind played roughly with his fur and blew up sprays of salty water. Oxide allowed himself to enjoy the travel, the freedom of solitude. He was young, and had little drive in his life save to be where he wasn’t. He didn’t want to acknowledge his roots, and instead of being forced to remain stationary he would see everything.

The young Nightingale started in the east, his attention grabbed by the massive island. The land bridge sealed the deal though, and he wasn’t sure he’d have been willing to make the swim. Rust marked form touched paw to the island’s shore and Ox found his garnet gaze taking in the mountains that filled the backdrop of the lush island. It seemed the lack of rain in the east hadn’t caused much effect on this place.

To his right mostly beach lay sprawling out before him and to his left a strip of beach but mostly woodlands. For naw he would make his way around the westward side of the island, he’d had enough of the afternoon sun already. The ocean breeze continued to ruffle his fur as his heavy form started towards the forest.