Harsh winds

Autumn in Auster

Large dark paws dug into the sand to help brace the male against the harsh winds. The ocean whipped through his thick ruff as he clawed his way to a rocky outcropping that may at least help him get his bearings. The evening winds this close to the ocean would make hunting nigh impossible.

When Eltrys reached the rocks he put the stones between him and the oncoming rush of air. It wasn't much but it at least let him open his eyes and take in a long breath. Frigid ice blue eyes looked around as well as he could but the winds were whipping up so much sand he couldn't see more than two feet in front of him and if he dared look around his rocky wall he'd get a face full.

He didn't have much choice then, might as well wait out the storm, and see what kind of rest he could accomplish while unearthly howls crashed upon him from the sky.

It would be the deepest of the night before the storm finally relinquished its hold upon The Shimmering Shore. At least for a time.