Walk | Talk | Think
It was not often that Rune stepped beyond the boundary of his home without a purpose. Everything about his life was typically done for something, every action of his made with a specific desired outcome in mind. It was part of what had driven him to build his pack, to create this new and better life for his family. Too many others lost their way, abandoned their responsibility and ownership for their actions, but he was steady. He wanted to see things through to the end, wanted to make his mark so that his family would be protected by it. And walking about willy nilly without a care for his actions was no way to make it happen.
And yet there was no point behind his visit here to the Obsidian Beach. There were no others he intended to meet here, nothing of interest about the place that he wished to visit or inspect. If he was being absolutely honest with himself, he hardly even liked the place, but here he stood on the black, obsidian sands that were washed upon and over by the ocean waves. It was actually rather tolerable here, possibly even more so than his home covered by a thin layer of snow, but still his expression as he stared out at the rolling waves, down either side along the wide stretch of dark beach, was indifferent. This was not a happy, fun-filled venture outside of Secretua. This was just a little detour to check and see how the neighboring territories were faring.
Still far up along the beach with plenty of black sand between him and the shoreline proper, Rune suddenly sat. It was quiet here, peaceful in a sense, and the ocean air seemed to draw something new from him, a freshness that had felt somewhat stifled within the confining Gulley. Allowing the air to clear his mind, to settle his thoughts, his mind wandered aimlessly only for a moment before rounding back to his pack. He could never keep his mind from it for very long.
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