wanderin'

The false prophet allows himself to drink in the sand, the sun, the salt air on his coat. Summer is a nice enough season to explore like this, and it's a gorgeous day. Slushing through the pale sand and thinking about just how much effort this was going to take... worth it? Probably. Nearing the treeline, a flock of brightly colored birds takes to the sky. He's scared them, and that's... not the worst thing, actually. Watching as they circle overhead and take off, he figures there's more somewhere. So many more. They'd make for good chasing, if he finds the right footing. There has to be solid ground further inland, right?

A voice catches him, along with a... meow? Davey's head snaps around, gaze curious as it lands on something that certainly isn't a wolf. Less wolf than he is, in fact, not a wolf at all. Head cocking to the side as his vision focuses on a lynx, suspicion clear in his bicolored gaze. At least the cat didn't look aggressive, just... curious?

Right, he'd asked Davey a question. "Only from the opposite shore, never up close." He meets the lynx half way, though he leaves a respectable distance between them. Could never be too careful, especially when it came to things that aren't... like him. "You tryin'a explore, too?" At least if someone else is with him, the chances of getting hopelessly lost went down.

"Davey"