wanderin'

Swept up in how pretty this place is, it's not hard. Sure, the company was strange, but he hadn't been aggressive... not yet. Davey would allow it. Not rallying against the lynx, instead slipping into company that's pretty alright.

The sound of waves on the shore bringing his attention around, Davey couldn't quite remember if the tide was going out or coming in. Learning the timetables for it was a bit rough, and listen, he'd get there in time. Silvery sands gleaming in the sun, nearly enough to hurt his eyes. There's no complaining about it, though. Davey had to enjoy it, soak it in, revel in it. Just as he reveled in his freedom, he could revel in this, too.

"Yeah, we can do that." He gives a nod. It would be safer, he's less likely to get dragged out to sea again, if he's not on his own. This is good. "Davey." A short greeting, but at least he'd remembered his manners.

There are better things to focus on, after all. The world around him vast, and he's already happy to take that intent gaze and travel deeper into the island. Moving to where the trees grew thick and lush, gait easy over the sand. Though it pulls at his muscles, it would only make the boy stronger in time.

"Davey"