old stomping grounds

Levi noted how soft and grainy the sand felt beneath his paws. Nothing like the dark sand at the cove, all rough and course, like it could scratch his skin off with another friction. He breathed in deep again, savouring how the air wasn't bitterly cold, how it didn't make his throat ache. In all honesty, he didn't like the move. Was he more like his Mother than he realised? Possibly. But this stranger seemed intent on filling the silence, in asking questions when Levi had none in return.

"Yeah. Can't say I'm a fan." He admitted with a limp shrug, but he wasn't gonna kick up a fuss. He'd heard enough of his own mum's bitching to last him a lifetime.

The stranger didn't smell like he was around these parts either. Lacked the salt of the sea air, the local floral scent hadn't stuck to him at all. He smelled...dry, almost. Like he'd passed through endless dunes of sands to get from there to here.

"I guess it's to prove a point, that we can."