Gilded Bay call me from the depths of an ocean so deep

@Tytonidae :) just assuming that tytonidae would be marking borders/ leaving her scent around the plateau but let me know if otherwise! 

The sand shifts beneath weary feet and he does not take an immediate liking to the feeling, unsteady. His paws have felt the glide of plains flowing beneath him, the movement of stalks of grain and grass parting around him. This endless mass of dirt pushed from an endless mass of water is unlike the nature of his homeland, the polar opposite. There is a certain calamity missing, and he reminds himself that this is not Rhaesh Dahaan and he is no longer Dothraki. It is an era he has since left in the past, and while he will forever be by blood tethered to its legacy, he has chosen to discard it in the back of his mind where he can no longer be identified as that of a heathen. 

He prowls aimlessly onward, traveling south in the direction of inland, ignorant of the marks of claim scattered close and far away from where he moves. It is a tendency he will shake loose in time, but from a young age he had been taught that the Dothraki knows no boundaries; there is not a land he cannot roam and no territory he cannot cross. Perhaps it is seemingly fated that he should stumble across the faint but otherwise distinct sign of a claim, and another, nearby and choose to ignore it.