Searching

Picking his way across the beach, Valentine marveled at its peculiarities. The last time he was here it had been storming and he hadn't been able to appreciate its beauty. The sand was black and even though it was winter, heat radiated off the ebony grains. The warmth beneath his paws contrasted sharply with the chill in the air. It was by no means unpleasant, just odd. 

The brute was scouting out new lands. He didn't know how many children Cascade carried, but with a litter on the ground and another on the way Imperium was bound to need more space soon enough. As much as he liked the Knolls, Valentine was open to the idea of giving it up if he found a better option. He was even playing with the idea of moving to the west.

So far it looked like the beach would be a bust. It offered little in the way of prey and shelter, and while it was pleasing to look at, pretty didn't keep a pack fed.