The waves lapped over her paws, brows furrowed as she stared out at the sea and the islands not so distance from the shore. Her family had lived here once, so she'd been told, but little remained to suggest as much. Even the glorious palace had crumbled due to disrepair, nothing more than dead-end tunnels that no longer went anywhere An overgrown island of bamboo was easy to spot, she imagined her Grandfather had been the one to plant those trees. That from what she'd heard about him, he would have kept the place neat and trim, but in his absence it was all rather wild.

Maki had never been the leading sort but she wondered...what sort of place she'd choose to put down roots, what would feel right and like home now that she was left to her own devices?

Deep thoughts for a worm ridden cow.

Aimless wandering was the appropriate term for how he conducted himself on a daily basis, but he preferred to call it something more romantic. Heeding the call of the wider world, perhaps. Thoroughly waterlogged from the swim, he pulled the cobbled-together raft that carried his belongings onto the shore. Slipped his satchel over his head, shook the worst of the water weight from his fluffy coat. This was a strange little archipelago, the islands lacked the usual cohesion of such a group. It was the bamboo that drew him in, seemingly out of place in this area. There was someone else here, a monochrome wolf with the same kind of willowy build that he bore. The aloof, loose-jointed ambling gait that drew him closer to the stranger was easily detectable, if the jangling of beads in his ruff and clattering jars in his bag didn't give him away first. "Pardon me, do you know much about these islands?" An earnest question, and a bit naive. What were the odds, after all? This place was not claimed, it did not smell of a pack. But perhaps he could learn some history while he was here.