Sea Lion Shores cake by the ocean

@Smokestep maybe?

Since the gathering beneath the ominous red moon Screech had been eager to encounter the group again. He didn't know where they had scattered off to, but he knew to keep to the coast; so he did the smart thing and retraced his steps. He followed the river north out of Ravensblood and then puttered along until the grass became gravel, and the gravel became sand, and then before long he was traipsing along the edge of the world - or so it felt.

Unfortunately for Scrteech, there were no signs of the Cortens. No bubbling laughter, no chance encounter with a reuniting family. It didn't help that he'd arrived on the opposite side of the river this time and headed south, but you can't blame him for trying. His sense of direction wasn't the best and it didn't help that he had only one eye to work with. So he wandered, he inspected the strange things across the coastline (seaweed, shattered shells, a large crab scuttling about with its pincers raised like fists against him), but soon the boy grew bitter. The thought that he'd ever find anything like that party again was more like a giant fucking pipe dream.