Vanilla Twlight

Thick fur surrounded the goliath, flowing at the will of the ocean as he continued to drift along the calm water's surface. He had waited for low-tide for several hours on the shores of Alias Islands before finally making a break for it back to the mainland. The waters were cold in Fall, a reminder that Winter wasn't far off. Blue eyes desperately took to the sky, searching for any evidence of the sun to relieve him from the chill of the dark ocean water - but he had waited too late in the day. All hope for warmth died just like the light that was currently painting the beautiful sunset above.

Well-muscled limbs never slacked as they motioned through the water, meaty toes splayed wide and pushing water beneath him with incredible force. He made sure to leave his body limber, calm, and to let all tension flow off his shoulders much like the saltwater currently rushing past them during his journey. The taste and smell of the ocean were invading his senses, dulling them so much that by the time the giant made it to the river's edge, he couldn't smell a thing. The sting of the saltwater both in his nostrils and on his tongue made him desperate to get to the lake first thing.

From the river, he set East toward Firefly Lake - memories of a few strangers he had met here last season briefly crossing his mind but for the most part, he was focused and on a mission. Without his ability to smell completely restored to him, he could barely make out the identity of the wolf in the area. Blue eyes surveyed the edge of the lake poorly, unable to catch sight of another before he dove face first, quite literally, into the freshwater of the lake. He just wanted to be rid of the smell and taste of salt as quickly as possible.

All annoyances from the ocean aside, he was pleased with his nostalgic trip to Alias Islands. Fall was a hard season to endure for the once-prince, it was the season of Servus Menti and the cusp of his sister's death.. but visiting the islands was a reminder that not every aspect of his origins were crafted from darkness. Impar Vita was among his brightest memories, and if he could he would go back and do it again.

He breached the surface of the lake again and let himself simply float, let the lake wash away all evidence of the ocean as his blue eyes closed and his ears kept themselves in tune with his environment. One would think he was tired of swimming, but at this point, the water was more kind on his body than the chill of the air.