thinking about mac and cheese for dinner

He'd taken a liking to the sea. Long stretches of land, good visibility and a pleasant enough background noise to fill the silence. The sun was well on its way, a thin slither of light poked out from beyond the horizon and so the black sand was cool enough to walk on without burning his paw pads. Ronan's cursory glance of the place confirmed his suspicions that this place wasn't frequented much at all, though he couldn't say for sure why. Maybe the sea was rough more often than not? He had swum to the islands offshore once, seasons ago, and it had been an unpleasant crossing. But the land here itself seemed fine, lots of room to wander, had Ronan itching to stretch his legs.