Sequoia Coast don't you know the stars envy you?

the coywolf he had met upon the sands had mentioned that the sea was a bounty that lasher must teach himself to hunt, and he had agreed. thus, he set aside time to take a trip to the lapping waves. toward the grotto he glanced; he missed caiaphas' thorned company, the fierce fire of her eyes, the barbs beneath her tongue -- he pined for all of it, but this time he sought another part of the beach.

lucani's scent was found, and he tipped his ears forward curiously. perhaps she could be of assistance if larger prey was discovered, though he doubted so. the famine's stress had greyed the druid's muzzle further; his pelt fell raggedly around the skeletal appearance of his body, but he had retained a wan sort of elegance.

he would have called to lucani had not he spotted a darker wolf in the distance. lasher drew closer to his wolf to regard the other with a mingling of curiosity and wariness.