The Bracken Woods blood-freezing

The biting chill finally forced him off the coastline, and it felt like bowing his head in defeat when he hung low to deflect the winds. He hissed lowly. He didn't have anywhere to go, so pointed a heading towards the nearest forest. It should offer him some kind of relief. What he found was one impressively deep.

His tan fur was still bladed in seasalt crust but he was slowly beginning to warm. He'd caught a small rabbit, rested, and arose with the beginning of dusk feeling a little more alive than before. He could move on soon and maybe see what was on the other side of this forest.

Dio paused to itch at his neck and consider his surroundings. He could head due south, or keep trekking eastward. Up until now, he had only followed the coastline southward, but he had decided he needed a new plan. It had come to only remind him of what he now must continue on without.

He rose slowly to turn his back on the sunset and head towards the east.