Sequoia Coast goodbye babylon

His solitude did not last long, nor did Roach expect it to. Even beneath the salt and grit of the earth here, he could smell the creatures that crossed over its sands. The evidence was everywhere, perhaps most notably where high tide did not wash away their tracks so entirely. But the pull of his gaze came slow, muzzle turning long before his eyes locked onto the approaching form of another. Right away, his earthy gaze was locked onto the dark tuff of fur that sprouted from his chin, and that was certainly a point of interest given his salt-and-sand appearance.

But his gaze did not linger there and like before, he found himself adverting it to the sprawl of land between them. Land in which was closing in quickly, enough to make him tense that he had been singled out like a spineless fish left for the birds. The accent of the other stroked his curiosity, but he was far from a position to inquire about it. "Hello," he said, "I just came to see the ocean again." And as if to punctuate such, his gaze went after it longingly.