Cerulean Cape And maybe then we'll talk

He hadn't returned to Neverwinter Forest yet, despite the previous desire of  wanting to check on Grezig. He had stayed upon the coast, clinging the one thing that made him feel at least a little bit at home. It was the smell of sea salt and sand, the constant sound of the waves either crashing or lapping at the shore that made him feel like more than a homeless vagrant who couldn't find direction in his life. He was aware that this was a feeling only, not a truth and that he would eventually need a home or he'd succumb to the winter but at the moment he wasn't up to throwing himself into a pack where he wasn't sure he'd fit.


He'd moved around the coast and had come upon a place reeking of rotten fish except far more pungent. For a while he stayed away, growing used to the reek from afar before he caught the faint notes of whimpering on the wind. It sounded young, very young and that scared him a bit. He was cold and kept himself distant emotionally but when it came to pups he became soft. He slowly made his way over, spotting the carcass in the distant and as he grew closer he also spotted the she pup pacing frantically and whining desperately. 


It took him a moment of studying the situation to realise she felt sad about the whale, who he had just realised was not quite dead yet. He chuffed softly to gather her attention "You can't help something that doesn't want to be helped kid. If it makes you feel better, it's probably so far gone it doesn't feel much anymore" he said gently, his deep voice almost warm as he reguarded her with silver eyes.