Get Your Feet Wet

"Talk" Walk

It seemed...that relaxation wasn't exactly in the cards today. Or maybe it still was, he didn't know. He was starting to drift off for an afternoon nap to the sound of the ocean and the breeze kissing his form when a clacking of the cockatoo's beak caught his attention. Crimson gaze opened, finding his companion first, the bird jerking his head in a different direction and then...Cináed? How long had it been since he had seen any of his kids? He hadn't intended to abandon them or anything, but after Incendium disbanded, everyone kind of went their own way. They were adults now, they could do whatever they wanted and go wherever they wanted. He wasn't wholly like his father...he wasn't going to force them all to stay together. Much less when he no longer led neither pack or band.

He turned his head back to look at the ocean, and without getting up, addressed his son. "Cináed. It's been a while." Had he seen his other siblings since Incendium disbanded? The smell of his son's coat told him he was part of a pack, though not one he had really smelled before. Well, at least he wasn't aimlessly wandering...that was good, right?