Take me apart

Life was a funny, fickle thing. The impermanence of life was hardly something that was lost on him, but likewise it was hard for him to not at least somewhat regret after leaving his homelands. It'd been worth it to follow Balsam, to try to keep an eye on his closest friend... but what had come of his efforts? Balsam was gone, he'd gotten his friend captured (and subsequently she'd been released). He didn't regret the time he'd spent since then, wandering with Eris and Oxide and Casper, but the feeling that something was missing was frustratingly unshakable. What was a Songa without their tribe? Who was he without his family, his group? He was still trying to figure that one out, and he knew it was something he'd have to do on his own.

Though he wasn't exactly a fan of water, he'd swam all the way out here yesterday - quite a long journey, given his relatively short limbs - and he'd been exploring the island ever since. There weren't only trees to climb here, but buildings too, no doubts a remnant of a world long past. Nimble little limbs carried him easily over the rubble, and he leapt now onto the railing of a floor on the second story of the crumbling resort. Though he was high above ground, at a height that would no doubt spell his demise if he happened to stumble, Sota knew he wouldn't lose his balance. Carefully the tribal-marked wolf continued along the railing, his ears flicking occasionally, listening to the sound of birdsong as they flew in and out of the exposed roof above him.