The Sentinels You say...

post claim I'm assuming :)

The move happened abruptly, much quicker than Dante anticipated, and as soon as Lasher had issued the claim, Dante's tenure as alpha was over.  It was strange... Nothing had really changed, but he felt differently.  It was a hard emotion to put a paw to.  For over a year he'd held the throne, however reluctantly, and letting it go was odd to say the least.

There was much to do in the next month, establishing borders and storing up supplies for winter.  He planned to throw himself at the work with a gusto, and in fact was on his way to the beach now to explore the stretch.  He had little idea of the type of prey it had to offer, and yet it felt there was no time like the present to find out.

He missed his mark, however, approaching from too far south and hitting cliff faces instead of sandy beach. Unless he wished to go for birds on the dangerous terrain (probably not the best of plans), he needed to head north. Shaking his head at the error (one he would probably make a couple of times while he got accustomed to the place) he began to search for more level ground.

He hadn't made it far before he ran into another who stood near the cliffs looking out. He immediately recognized Osprey and let out a low, pleasant sound in greeting. He didn't want to startle her on such uncertain ground. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked quietly, referring to the sea.