Slave Only Dreams To Be King

The sand was everywhere. Tangled in his coat, wedged between his toes, and even places he never dreamed sand could reach. He was beginning to love his new home, yet his days of a loner hadn't been that long ago and he somewhat still missed the freedom of it. Of course, as long as he stuck to his daily chores and errands, he could come and go as he pleased. With the winter days wavering in temperatures this far South, it was abnormally warm but it hardly bothered him.

Trekking through the Willows, his memory reminded him of the panther hunt with Sirius. He doubted another panther would linger so close with the scent of a fallen comrade near by, so he moved with ease and little worry. The armada had been providing him with more training than he'd ever been given before, so he was confident nothing would jump out and get him.

He hadn't made it far from the armada borders when he picked up on a scent wafting through the air near by. Curious, he followed it until his paws sunk into the sand and he saw the shape of another standing at the waters edge. He paused there, for a moment, debating on approaching. He was bored, so he shrugged and cautiously approached the other.

"New around here?" He asked as he approached from behind, wondering if they were looking for the armada or just wandering near by.