Coconut Grove don't you ever tame your demons

@Hatshepsut

The trek had been long enough to pull them from the elk forests and down to the coast. Very little conversation had been passed between the two wolves, but the dark wraith had decided that he was not opposed to her companionship. The exotic way that she spoke, and even the manner in which she walked, suggested that she was from a faraway place. He could never dream what her home land had been, but the same could be said for his own native land. In spite of the fact that he had found the ocean once more – in the Teekon Wilds – Skellige knew that there was a monumental difference in the nature of those lands when compared to his own. Warsaw was and always would be his rightful domain, but he knew he was never to return there. His mother and wicked sister had made sure of that.
 
The sand was welcome to his paws, like the touch of an old friend. There was a warmth from the glow of sun overhead. It touched the ink in his pelt and seemed to be swallowed up. There was a small littering of tropical trees that had sprouted from the ground near the shore. The wraith’s dark gaze followed the trailing of sand as it met with the ocean. In a short breath, he turned his skull to peer at the golden woman who – he hoped – had not gotten far.