old stomping grounds
06-21-2022, 11:52 AM
Things hadn't changed much around here. Aside from the collapsed dens and scrubbed away remains this place almost looked the same, like the march north had never happened. He stood at the beach, sandwiched between the looming cypress trees as the waves rolled over the gold of his paws. Though he wasn't overly attached to the warmer climate he couldn't say he enjoyed the chill of the north, hadn't realised how mild winters were in this part of the world before it was too late. Before reality set in, like a chill seeping into his bones.
He breathed deep, scrunching the sand beneath his toes as his gaze set upon the water, crystalline and clear. Nothing like the dark beach way up north.
It felt weird to have emptiness at his back, to not feel or hear the distance presence of his family. Now all there was to be heard was the rustling of beach grass, seabirds calling out to one another as they rode the breeze.
He breathed deep, scrunching the sand beneath his toes as his gaze set upon the water, crystalline and clear. Nothing like the dark beach way up north.
It felt weird to have emptiness at his back, to not feel or hear the distance presence of his family. Now all there was to be heard was the rustling of beach grass, seabirds calling out to one another as they rode the breeze.