Gilded Bay Going down

A warrior breaks into the barrier if the Teekon without armor or a sword to protect himself. The Roman brute enters into a new land. Only a few months ago had he fled away from the two beasts called bears. Now he is in a new world. The man should have carried himself higher, straight posture and eyes hungry for compotition. Instead he felt small, head down and tail drooped.

 He lost everything he loved. His mother. His father. His sister and brothers. His pack. His home. He had fit in so well with his native pack, now he stuck out like a sore thumb. It was obvious to any onlooker that he didn't know where he was. His grey optics wide ad examining everything around him. He twitched nervously every time he crushed a twig. It wasn't safe here to him. Not at all. This new atmosphere was terrifying. 

 He went onwards, despite the fear crawling along his spine. The sand Durwin stepped on was very unusual for him. He walked like a dog in socks, lifting his legs high as they went forward. At his old home, all there was was grass, dirt, and fresh water. It was warmer were he stayed. Now it was colder and he grains of sand weaved into the creases in his paws. And the scent of sea water wasn't very pleasant either. 

 By now, he looked like a complete fool, so he gave up walking and lie down were he stand. The wind snapped at his fur and hunger gnawed at his stomach.