Gilded Bay a place in the sun

Hoping to grab @Tachyon for a thread. :3

A raw and raging shore with crashing waves and craggy cliffs. Yep, this was what ole Goldhawk wanted. He was from shores just like these, though his home had been packed to the rafters with jolly folk and hardy warriors. This bay, magnificent though it was with its stone spires, had nary a soul in it right now. Just Sergeant Goldhawk, who had been living here for a few days now, holed up in an albeit comfortable little cave in a hill overlooking the ocean. Oh it had been fine really, but he was a bit cold and lonely…

Ach, never mind. He’d be fine eventually. He had faith that the pack at Donnelaith to the near east would have room for him someday soon — though he had sensibly (if begrudgingly) considered the possibility of wandering elsewhere to find an alternative pack. Right now it was the middle of the day and he traversed the damp shore, brown eyes searching dully for yet another darn fish for his lunch. But you know, it was bloomin’ cold out here.

Come on out, you blighter, Goldhawk barked quietly up at the clouds that hid the sun. Do your shinin’ — that’s what you’re supposed to do, isn’t it? Blaze your bloomin’ bottom off. Goldhawk stopped, and frowned moodily at the non-existent sun. Come on then, give me a bit of well-earned warmin’. Come on, you blazer. COME ON!