i saw behemoth and it ruled

Ah - winter was here at last. The crispness of the frigid air was deeply refreshing as he stood, perched precariously over the edge of the cliffs that stood tall above the ocean. The gentle crashing of the ocean on the shoreline echoed far below where he stood, sending a cold rush of air inward. The chill ran through his core, and though he shivered involuntarily, he embraced the weather without complaint. It reminded him, albeit just momentarily, of home. The north had been far more brutal; survival was much easier here, the wolves far more amiable. Though easier didn't necessarily mean better, and he felt himself longing for the long winter nights and the seemingly never-ending treks for food.

A sigh left his parted lips as he slowly lowered himself to his belly. His eyes found the sky as his head tilted to the heavens, interest shining in his ruby stare as he began to search the stars as though they held knowledge that he might be able to extract from them. The stars had always led him home.. only now, he wasn't seeking home, but it seemed possible they had somewhere to guide him even still. His tusked snout would remain tilted upwards as he shifted to a more comfortable position, letting his paws dangle over the edge of he cliff.