Horizon Ridge trying to act hard with your gun up

Calling @Ferahgo!

The coast, while having caught his interest when he first laid eyes upon it, was now no more than a large, lively body of water that occasionally expelled weird food to Gristle. Having lived within the brutal Red Canyon for most of his life, he wasn't sure what to make of not having steep slopes every which way you looked, but didn't mind the constant breeze that now swept through his fur. The salt still stung his nose and sand and grit had already become entangled in his messy pelt, but Gristle concentrated on other, more pressing matters — such as his next meal.

The brute had separated from Wednesday after their encounter with the black-furred foreigner, wandering inland again before heading back to the shores. The sun was beginning to set just as he came upon the base of a large cliff. Or rather, what used to be a large cliff. Rock and rubble lay scattered about now, which Gristle haphazardly wandered across as he made through a thin forest and towards the sea. Whatever this place was, it had nothing to offer, and so he headed where the putrid scent of fish was the strongest.