Ravensblood Forest grillwalker

I haven't written in forevereverever so apologies if this is all over the place!

The rhythmic roar of the ocean had accompanied Atreyu for almost his entire journey – albeit muted slightly due to his less than perfect hearing. It was a familiar and friendly sound and it pained him to leave it, however the sun was slowly dipping below the horizon and the young boy needed to find shelter soon. Had he been with his family, he could have stayed on the ocean shore and nested there for the night but, as he was now living alone, he could not afford that luxury. The faint scents of other wolves wafted by, becoming stronger as he travelled further along the coast – and as Atreyu had been given a crash course on stranger danger before he left – he knew it would be best to avoid them for now lest they be hostile.

Wearily, the boy wandered towards the grand forest that stood before the ocean, the light from the setting sun casting a warm, welcoming light upon the coniferous trees. Had he not been so tired he would have turned and admired the view, but the grumble in his stomach and aching paws forced him to trudge onwards, hoping to find some sort of den where he could camp for the night.