Sheepeater Cliff And walk among long, dappled grass

Following his little adventure with the chipmunk wolf, Brontide moved away from the beach, stopping to roll in the grasses to try and rid himself of the itch the seawater and sand left on his skin. What he needed to do was find some good freshwater to get the salt off his fur, but it wasn't terribly important. His fur hang in clumps along his underside and along the back of his legs, but it was tolerable enough for now. 

​He picked his way along the terrain carefully, not used to being so close to the cliff, ignoring the sheep in the distance as he'd really rather just stick to his own and not lose his balance. This terrain was new and unusual to him and he didn't like it, and found it made him feel awkward and fumbly. He kept his head down as he moved along to help himself find the best footing as he grimaced lightly and told himself to move toward the flatlands where he'd be more comfortable.