Come out.

He paces, muscles flexing under his coat as he does so, saliva flying too and fro as the man mashes his teeth together. Pacing. His body would not relent, the madness that tickled his nerves quickly seized hold of his mind and like a sage puppeteer, made him dance all sorts of dances. But now, the madness held back at bay the man stopped pacing, his head lifting as his eyes slide back as he gazes off into the distance before snorting sharply.

No words slipped from his lips as he draws them back, tongue sliding against his lips and then against his cheek as he growls with a hint of discontentment on the pitching of his growl. Slowly he stiffly places his haunches down upon the ground, his tail swinging around as the greying tip slaps against his hind legs. Thoughtlessly he turns his head toward his shoulder, only glancing at it before sweeping his tongue though his fur.

This time he rises again, haunches rising in a jerky manner as his muscles twitch under him a smirk flicking upon his features as he glances toward the river and then back to where it tappers off to expand, making room for the ocean. A dark chuckle escapes his maw, his eyes shutting as he silently waits.