I am Shipwrecked

He hadn't been to a beach since...well...he couldn't rightly remember. Before his mom got sick maybe? The sand under his paws brought vague memories, but it was so long ago now that he just couldn't remember. Maybe it had been a dream, he couldn't tell anymore. He walked along the edge of the water as he listened to the lull of the ocean and the gulls overhead as they squawked and fought for whatever food they had. Iroh had been distant since Pyrhhic stepped down, so he hadn't really bothered to seek him out. For Zagan, he thought it was best to just let someone brood and stew things over on their own, but he also wasn't the best at showing anything emotional let alone what was on his mind. He was like a stone most times...mostly keeping to himself and observing everything else, often without a word. He knew he wasn't the most social type, if at all...but that didn't really bother him, either. He was perfectly fine like this. At least for now...

He spotted movement ahead of him, blue gaze squinting slightly as he tried to determine what it was. It didn't take long to figure out it was another wolf, one with some peculiar colors on him. Was that really blue on his fur? Or maybe something else...? He was slightly intrigued but did his best not to show it, and instead, continued his walk along the beach as he steadily got closer. He didn't say anything, and instead chose to act like he didn't even know the other guy was there but was aware just in case he was hostile.