i walk over the earth in special sandals

The compact, sleek form drags up out of the water and shakes off; blood-red stains on the coat that do not leave indicate that Wrecker isn't bloody, but rather, that they just look this way.

Wrecker peers ahead of them. There are rotten iron hulks that shine with rust, and there are half-collapsed buildings overrun with moss and leaves and vines. It's all rather curious, and they swallow, digging their paws down into the sand.

Creeping forward slowly, head cocked in curiosity, Wrecker eases towards a smaller ship, the iron body turned onto its side; time has almost entirely gutted the internals of the ship, but Wrecker doesn't know that so much at all. Instead, they peer at it, sniff the air; salt and sea and metal meets their nose at once. Their tail flicks, and they jog a circle around the rotting ship-corpse.

"What happened to you, huh?" Wrecker muttered to nobody in particular, before advancing further inwards; they swept through several trees, dodging low-hanging vines as they approached one of the large wooden constructs. Once, they supposed, that building had to have been rather fancy. Now, it was... it smelled like traveling wolves and various creatures. Whatever had been there before was certainly gone now.