Whitebark Stream the door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us

The idea of leaving the mountains behind for the endless sea didn't sit well with Sitiyok.

He was bred, born, and raised on the reaching spires; of their bountiful herds, lush greenery, and numerous pitfalls. The ocean was a mystery to him. It was not that he was terrified of the notion; far from it. But, rather, doubting. How would they, terrestrial animals, hope to conquer the beasts of the waters. Two seperate entities not meant to mix. However, in that same vein, he trusted her. He knew not why he put so much faith in the she-wolf, but she resonated with his soul, and he could not hope to argue with her wishes.

Sitiyok set his ears back and looked towards the water. "And if we cannot find what we seek there? What hope is there left in these wilds, then?" He asked. Truthfully, perhaps it would be better to move on, but Sitiyok wasn't one to give up that easily. The coming months would be telling for them both, especially for their cubs.