He had been separated so long that he wasn't even sure if this was the right place anymore. He had been trapped far from the last place he had seen anyone, caught in a quake and quickly realizing that his only pass back through the mountains had been blocked. So he had stayed at nearby beach, working day in and day out to try and find a way over the wall of rock and earth. Nothing would keep him from finding his way back to those he served.
Then there was a storm. It was like no storm he had ever seen. It threw water so far up the shore that it had flooded the cave that had been his home for the entirety of his isolation. The winds were so strong that they uprooted trees and tossed them like they weighed nothing. Something had angered the sea, and it was now taking it's revenge. He was forced to find shelter far from the beach and the blocked mountain pass for days while the storm raged on and when it finally subsided and he made his way back down to the shore, he could no longer even recognize it. Trees and ocean debris covered the beach. Dead sea animals were buried under the ruble, some seeming to have died where they landed, and it was apparent that others had suffered before dying. He took advantage, of course, not having eaten in days and when his belly was full, he made his way back up to the mountain pass. It had been clear, and he had stood frozen in surprise for far longer than he cared to admit before finally making his way through.
But the battle was only half fought he soon found out. Once he reached the other side, he realized he knew nothing of this new land or where his people had gone. He had no idea where to even start looking for them. He continued on anyway; giving up was not something he knew how to do.
The air was cold as it blew through his fur. He was thinner than he normally was, and that made the icy breeze sting even more. There had been little prey where he had been living—definitely not enough to keep up with how much he had demanded from his body. The ground crunched strangely under his paws as he moved and felt odd against his thoroughly worn pads. He ignore it mostly, just like he did the complaints from his painfully empty stomach. The ground smelled bad but he sifted through the scents anyway. All he needed was one familiar scent, and he wouldn't stop searching until he found one.
Then there was a storm. It was like no storm he had ever seen. It threw water so far up the shore that it had flooded the cave that had been his home for the entirety of his isolation. The winds were so strong that they uprooted trees and tossed them like they weighed nothing. Something had angered the sea, and it was now taking it's revenge. He was forced to find shelter far from the beach and the blocked mountain pass for days while the storm raged on and when it finally subsided and he made his way back down to the shore, he could no longer even recognize it. Trees and ocean debris covered the beach. Dead sea animals were buried under the ruble, some seeming to have died where they landed, and it was apparent that others had suffered before dying. He took advantage, of course, not having eaten in days and when his belly was full, he made his way back up to the mountain pass. It had been clear, and he had stood frozen in surprise for far longer than he cared to admit before finally making his way through.
But the battle was only half fought he soon found out. Once he reached the other side, he realized he knew nothing of this new land or where his people had gone. He had no idea where to even start looking for them. He continued on anyway; giving up was not something he knew how to do.
The air was cold as it blew through his fur. He was thinner than he normally was, and that made the icy breeze sting even more. There had been little prey where he had been living—definitely not enough to keep up with how much he had demanded from his body. The ground crunched strangely under his paws as he moved and felt odd against his thoroughly worn pads. He ignore it mostly, just like he did the complaints from his painfully empty stomach. The ground smelled bad but he sifted through the scents anyway. All he needed was one familiar scent, and he wouldn't stop searching until he found one.
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