Desperado

Raijin had decided that it was finally time for him to traverse into the Armada territory to see what that area had in store and to meet some of its residents. Ever the social butterfly he wanted to meet all the wolves that he could in order to form connections that could be beneficial to him in the long run. After all, what was a diplomat without wolves under his thumb? With his knowledge of their alliance, the koi man didn’t hesitate when he crossed over the borders onto the sea plain. The sun was high in the sky and the water had pulled back for low tide to reveal a nice sand bar to walk across. His toes chilled in contact with the frigid, slightly frozen sand, but he continued anyways.