Among Clashing Tides

He was much farther today than he had ever gone on any of his exploration expeditions. He was much father than the east, all the way down to the west. It was a lot warmer down here than it was in the east. In the east it was a bit more humid, but down here it was a dry hot. Which made the thick pelted Taurig very uncomfortable. He wasn't even sure why he was down here in the first place, but it would was kind of too late to go back up. He might as well explore the lands while he was it. And this place was pretty interesting to say the least. Although he do without the searing heat. His dark pelt didn't help in the least.


He moved slowly through the strange place, icy gems observing the odd things that were strewn across the rocks and sand. They were certainly things he had never seen, and they were a little bit interesting. Though when he tried pawing at one of the things, it burned him. A surprised yelp slipped past inky lips, gaze narrowing as a growl rumbled in his chest. What the hell. He growled at the thing, stalking away from it, looking to see if he could spot anything that would allow him some respite from the rubbish surrounding him. A dark figure caught his attention, one lying beneath something that remotely resembled a lean to. He moved towards it, realizing that it was a wolf, a she-wolf at that, her scent one of Valhalla. So, she belonged to the wolves his father had gone to challenge. He didn't care much. He had no quarrel with them. Not yet anyway. He approached slowly, lowering his head to spear less threatening despite his size. Is there room in there for one more? He called out softly, stopping at a respectable distance, part of him thinking that his large figure probably wouldn't fit in such a small space. But it was worth a try.


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