Stavanger Bay Won't you come digest me?

thank you! both for starting and being patient ^^"

and so it is, back up the coastline as the rain slows to a steady shower. ideally tadashi would be retracing his steps in better conditions, but impatience tugs him up and around the northern coast again. it has dawned on him what a useless medic he is if he can’t even name where herbs grow, and the rain can only serve to excuse his ignorance for so long. storage be damned—he’ll run through a hurricane for his patients. (in theory, at least. he hopes he’ll never have to test it.)

the shoreline nears. the silhouette of an irregular shape rises among the sand; tadashi’s first thought, an oddly-placed rock, its crags and peaks eroded by the waves. then it swells—telltale, breathing. hello.

he approaches with little subtlety, head tilted in wide-eyed curiosity. on closer inspection the “stone” is revealed as the back of a wolf; white sands, white fur. the angle yields little insight to the stranger’s condition—the thought crosses tadashi’s mind that perhaps the thick coat isn’t thick enough, hiding a form thinner than it ought to be. he dismisses it just as quickly, however; tadashi would be the last to judge health by appearance of weight alone, and it’s possible the stranger has simply chosen a sunken patch of sand in which to rest.

still. what an odd place for a nap.

raising his head and slowing to a pause, in what he assumes is a comfortable distance away (but may be too close for someone with a wider personal space), tadashi lets out a friendly chuff to announce his presence. “hello, stranger.” it’s becoming his signature.

The atmosphere around him was sound and quiet — hell, one could even use this spot to meditate or something. Of course, Āzon wasn't gonna sit there and start meditating (because that would've been fuckin' weird), but the pale prince did feel himself start to doze off into a calmed, otherworldly state of peace. It felt like all the weight had been lifted off of his shoulders and that no one other than himself existed at that moment....

This being the case, one can only imagine the racing panic Āzoniol felt when a sudden voice rang from behind him.

"HOLY SHI-" the large brute shot up to his paws in a not-so-graceful manner, sending clouds of sand flying in multiple directions. When he did eventually find his footing, his red and green gaze landed on a smaller wolf. They would've been just as pale as Ignis himself if it weren't for the ink that splotched their right eyelid.