Cerulean Cape In an upside down world, floating in a pineapple

sorry about the wait on this!

eventually, as kjalarr always does, he makes his way to the coast. he naturally gravitates towards it. the warborn was born on the coast. he ruled the coast. or more specifically, one territory along the coast. the coast is his family's dynasty. still, he avoids territories with overbearing familiarity. he knows the cape well, but it is not directly connected with him and he harbors no qualms of trekking there. he seeks to find comfort in the sea though it has never offered him anything but grief. it is the sea that pulled him to further danger when he attempted to escape a bear as a pup, it is the sea that spit him out upon the sound where he would one day return. where he would one day rule. it had been the sea that had taken whittier's life. and the sea that had taken caiaphas' ...or so he'd thought. they'd been close once until one of his idiot sons had came in-between them. kjalarr is left to wonder if arrille betrayed her as he had drageda. kjalarr wonders if, in the end, arrille had been worth spurning him, he who would never betray her. neither is a concern to him now. he regrets how their reunion has gone but kjalarr will not apologize for the contempt he feels for the sons that have came from his seed.

his agitation grows as he thinks about them and he turns thoughts from them. just in time. he becomes aware, as he weaves around the pools that the high tide has left in it's wake that he is not alone on the beach. ahead is another. her scent not entirely wolf. but not coywolf. no. wolfdog. he does not think he has yet been spotted and for a long moment kjalarr considers slipping away before he is. but he does not. instead, he lets out a loud chuff, meant to be carried and heard over the distance between them and the gentle roar of the crashing waves nearby.