Wheeling Gull Isle tujh mein rab dikhta hai

forward-dated to monday night

he hadn't told anyone when he'd left. he had given it some time, some thought, and decided that this was what he wanted to do. there would be no more waiting, no more excuses. this woman would rule his life, or not at all. no in-between.

there was also the matter of informing their allies of all that had befallen them. a secondary mission.

aditya moved with haste, reaching the coast in near-record time. his paws sent the sand flying, crossing the land bridge with a determined set to his head, his eyes. the sea air had already reinvigorated him, gave him the fire that had been missing for so long. he felt years younger, and he walked with a skip in his step.

the moon was high and huge, tinged with yellow. not quite as impressive a sight as the moon when undersea and morningside had come together--that glorious night!--but still a sight to behold. when he reached the strand, he gave a howl for anyone nearby--

but most importantly, for @Coelacanth.