Big Salmon Lake there's a storm you're starting now

Lex had come from a place that didn’t have the ocean.  He’d seen it once before when his family wandered around and he was barely seven months old.  He barely remembers what it looks like but it was a whole lotta blue and sandy beaches and a calm he couldn’t explain.  He felt at home there and part of the reason he’d come all this way was the scent of salty air and grainy sand between his toes.  

It was there, though, and on the other side of where they were going.  He was excited but he kept that at bay for the time being.

“Plenty of hunting ground,” he muses as Amekaze explains what’s between them and the new location for the Sunspire.  She’d won him over to join and changing his course of action but he could hardly complain.  There was promise, creation, and he was more than ready.  He wouldn’t get to lead and he was okay with that, the stress so far from his mind, and he could focus on making something great once more that wouldn’t be trampled over by some hot-headed wolf that wanted a territory no where near his own.

“I bet by spring, it’ll be back to normal.”

The winter would at least cover up the dead fish for a while but by spring he hopes they would return to the earth and it would be in a former glory once more.

“And the other wolves?  The pack you’re--" he breaks off a moment, "we're merging with?” he asks, a little open-ended so she could answer as she pleases.  Every few steps he made a wide curve to avoid a few dead fish on the ground, broken in decay.