Private Paradise

Esther did not know what drew him through the sea. He knew how to swim, but it wasn't something he did often. Yet the siren song of the long forgotten guided his tentative pawsteps, which soon turned to paddling, toward the skeleton of something strange. The journey had been... alright. He didn't look forward to doing it again, salt clinging to his shrimpy form. The sand stuck to his sodden paws and wriggled between his toes, annoying the boy to no end. Why had he come here again?

His question was shortly answered without a word spoken: The monoliths he had observed from afar were stranger and more mystifying up close. he marveled at the angular blocks of stone and broken glass, like a corpse of a once massive and magnificent creature. It seemed it had even decomposed like one, the structure had clearly shrunken with age, stiff and brittle whilst weeds took root within it's concrete ribcage. Proof perhaps, that while we all return to the earth, some deaths are grander than others. And such a grand body deserved to be explored, yes?

But another form upon the sand regretfully drew his attention away from the giant, another canid appearing to soak in the last rays of sunlight. He couldn't smell pack on her, but he was some ways away, she could still rip his throat out the moment he got close... He stopped his train of thought there. Packs and packdogs aren't all the same, he had the fellows in the springs to prove it. He'd be ok. With luck, the beast that had attacked him and his ma was long gone now. He hoped so at least.

He moved to introduce himself, though he didn't really want to. Conversation wasn't, and may never be his forte. He much preferred talking to animals or rocks, they didn't tend to talk back or judge you for your clumsy wording. "Hello." He tested, voice still as hoarse as ever. It'd be a miracle that the lady'd even heard it.