Ahhhh the Kamui Delta… now this was Skælingr's kind of territory. The great cat carefully picked his way along the river bank, randomly selecting branches to follow and pausing every now and then to soak his massive body in the cool running water. The sunlight was shining right on his back and his heavy winter coat had yet to fully shed. Mud squished between his toes as he shifted tracks back into the water, standing knee deep in the water as he let it flow and ebb around him. Mmmmm much better.
About him waterfowl seemed to slip hurridely into the weeds and above him he could hear the call of seagulls. Perhaps he was getting closer to the ocean? A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of all that water. He had heard of oceans but had yet to see one with his own eyes…. eye. Skæ growled lightly at the memories of his unfortunate encounter. Shoving the memories aside he climbed out of the river to continue his track on land.
