It had been harder than he thought to be here--to be faced with the confusing emotions that went with being around his mom again. It seemed impossible to move past the resentment, no matter how much he wanted to. Sometimes, he didn't want to, though; he felt his anger was justified, but it tore at a part of him to be so angry with his own family. So, East had left the territory to find some time to himself. He found he usually preferred it that way anyway. Just west of their own cliffs, the warrior found another similar drop down. He walked along its edge, listening to the sound of the waves rhythmically splashing against the rocks below.  

The cold ocean breezed caressed his face and brought with it the scent of a stranger. He wasn't sure exactly where it had come from, but it seemed to be from somewhere in front of him. He continued to move forward until he found the black and copper male walking the cliffs like had been doing. He wasn't one for strangers, but decided to give a low chuff in greeting anyway. At the very least, he should make sure the male wasn't planning on causing any trouble so close to his new home.