Lost

Chamonix awoke with a sudden jolt of coldness that chilled his body to the bone. Gasping for air, the male coughed. Water spilling out from his maw, salty water. Had he drifted ashore? But if he had, how? Chamonix had no prior knowledge of how he had landed on here. This mysterious island he had washed on. Sand sticking to wet, black fur. Chamonix got up with a soft grunt, sea foam green eyes blinking and squinting against the sun. Shaking his body, Chamonix stretches his aching legs. Great, he was stranded on an Island, not only that but it was winter. He was wet, he was cold, and he had no idea where he was. His ears flattened against his skull as the large brute walked across the sandy beach, rubbing his frame against the smooth surface of a boulder as he pasted by. Chamonix looked back at his body, he had managed to rub and shake off some of the sand. But it`s grimy texture felt odd on his normally soft fur. Sighing deeply, Chamonix wandered closer to the center of the island.

His tail swung calmly behind him as he walked inland. As Chamonix ventured closer to what he could assume was certain death, he could see trees. It was strange to him, seeing as his surroundings were all sand and rock until he reached the tropical paradise in the middle of the island. Strange flowers bloomed all around him, trees grew taller than he ever thought they could. He looked lost, struck by surprise ad excitement as he transitioned into this little world of humidity and moist soil. But after a few moments of greatness, it started to bother him.

The male stopped, right smack dab in the middle of the  rain forest he had just discovered, and lowered himself into laying down. There were just some things that he could not fight off, or loved too much to fight off. One of them was sleep. Laying his crown across his fore paws, Chamonix allowed his eyes to slide close, and a sigh to escape his lips.