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.

@Zell

OCC: Sorry it sucks, I`m really bad at starting threads.

The male had traveled alot lately, wanting to know more about the lands he was still fairly new to, and to find a place that he might think was perfect. But still, he had not found it. So he'd take to the sea, he was a tundra wolf after all, and his home had always been near the sea and ice. Though the North was different here then it was back home, he'd take to an island. Wanting to find the isolation that only an island could bring, to get more of that "homey" feel. Wine tipped paws brought him to the water, the male allowing the cold sea to rise upon his body until he could strike out with his paws, and his swim would begin. The sea didn't seem to be as rough here as it was back home, perhaps because there were icebergs and glaciers all around that kept the water flowing. He wondered too, what dangers might lurk beneath the surface...hidden, and waiting to strike. Orca's were common where he was from, and he had seen many a wolf and creature being toyed with when they were unfortunate enough to try and cross the water to another spot of drifting ice...a killer whale lurking until they were far enough from shore to be battered and tossed around like a piece of fresh-kill, before being torn apart and swallowed. The visions that crossed his mind were frightening, but he would not allow those thoughts to shake him, if he did, then he might falter and panic and the ocean was no place to panic at all. The sun beat down on his head, eyes squinting as he strove to keep the water out. His mouth was clamped shut, the salty tang of the sea non too pleasant, and he breathed steadily through his nose. It was a distant swim, but not nearly as far as others had to swim before. He kept steady, pacing himself so he wouldn't tire so quickly. And what seemed to be about an hour or so, Zell could feel the grit as the land loomed above him. Claws scraped against rock and sand as he pulled himself ashore, nearby, a startled stingray flew by a few feet on his left. He watched it curiously before turning back to his task of getting out of the water. Once he was out, he shook himself vigorously to rid himself of most of the water. Although it was Winter, the water hadn't bothered him as much as it did in the Arctic. He looked around, nostrils flaring to breathe in the new scents that surrounded him. Ocean, gulls, earth, and various plant life he had not seen before. With a curved smile, he strode forward, heading straight to where the trees towered above everything else. The male's undying curiosity driving him to explore the unknown, just as he had done with his family. Turning back, he could see other islands off in the distance, wondering which one he had initially come from. But those were not memories he wanted to remember...it was a terrible day of loss. So he turned away, and pushed on. After a few moments, he came to stare at the trees that towered up to the sky. Colorful plants and fruits and flowers blooming all around him, despite the season, it didn't seem to affect this place that much. The air made his fur prickled, the humidity was different then what he was used to. As he was focused on the sights and smells around him, the large brute didn't realize he had nearly stumbled over a body on the ground. Nearly startled himself, he stared at the creature for a moment. So much for alone time... He thought. Then again, what was this guy doing lying in the middle of a disgustingly humid jungle? Maybe..."Hey! Are you dead?" "Talk"