Ankyra Sound he plays that choctaw bingo

@Sequoia

the ocean beckoned him, and he didn't have enough will to ignore it. buck couldn't help but to admit that he missed the water more than he dared to admit. of course, the cajun didn't like to think that he relied on anything, but that would have been a bold-faced lie. so, he made his way toward the coast as nonchalantly as he could. the closer he drew, the more his heart began to heave. when the fresh blast of briney wind smacked against his face, buckshot could feel the hairs along his back and shoulders stand on end. there was nothing quite like it, and he had missed the seaside nearly as much as he missed the bog. 

large jutting stones rose upward on either side of a careful entrance. just beyond, the cajun brute thought he could scent the distant smell of other wolves. there was a high population, he'd realized, in the teekon wilds. without much pause, the brute made his way through the great stone guardians on either side and down into the beach. there, buck stopped and gathered himself. he'd finally made it to the shoreline, and even though it wasn't the swamps he was fond of, he felt a little more at peace. 

Remedy note: I used this to test the new threadlog feature, hence the edit!