Ravensblood Forest of the third kind

The transition from dirt to sand was a peculiar thing for the boy of forests and rivers, for he had never seen the sea - and now stood with a vibrant sky above, an ocean in the front, and a forest behind. Beside him was Bazi, who shot off towards the east - leaving him temporarily alone - but the dark figure adjusted and shored up his energy, ready to turn and run with her. When he caught sight of the distant hills behind her and the faint outline of mountains, Tiarnan gave a little rumble of unhappiness. His copper gaze shifted slightly and focused upon the white girl's face just as she barked, earning his attention although she had never truly lost it. "Yes?" she begged of him in a subtle manner, which prompted him to droop.

If Bazi wanted to go towards the mountains... Then that meant she was indeed abandoning him. "No, Bazi," the boy refused as softly as he could while stepping toward her, closing the tiny gap which had risen between them. The sun was painting fresh streaks of color across the sky which briefly illuminated her, cloaking her in warmth and all manner of goodness; Tiarnan was tempted, so tempted. But he knew he was not welcome in the east, and was resistant to returning. Even if Bazi was from the river pack just beyond, he had no way to acknowledge that.

"Tiarnan no." He stated swiftly, with a flick of his nose towards her intended direction, before turning on the spot and back tracking in the sand to the point where he had been so gleefully perched.