Ocean's Breath Plateau A Million Dancing Shards

He couldn't sleep.

Silas tried to fight it off, tossing and turning and never able to find a comfortable way to be, but it was a persistent anxiousness tonight that kept him keenly aware of everything even though he just wanted to get some restful sleep. It had been a long day already, and he was tired. He was still getting used to the Plateau.. and it had only felt like a blink of an eye since he'd come to the coast anyway.

The dark Ostrega set out into the nightscape to chase some of that restlessness off. Maybe he'd get lucky and catch a rabbit, he reasoned. Above it all, he still felt strangely to be here.. a tiny touch like maybe he wasn't supposed to be, but the yearling soldiered on anyway to attempt to look for a routine, even when the moon was high above. Eventually he picked up a trot, covered some ground, and found no good leads on anything except another wolf—presumably, someone the dark-furred female had invited. Well, hopefully. Just in case it wasn't.. he'd go check it out, and tracking this trail took him closer to the view of the sea. Silas wavered for a half second before pressing on towards the stranger.

Even if he was iffy on the idea of a pack, and one without overly solid foundations yet anyway, he knew deep down that something had to change. He could only drift aimlessly for so long.. and Qilaq deserved much more than what just he alone could help with. Until he felt better about it, every aspect of his life was going to feel interjected with the cautiousness over it. He just wanted it to go well.

So, he eyeballed the grayscale male as his own steps came closer. All he could smell was seabreeze and it was hard to pull his sights off the massive body of water blanketing so much of the horizon. Silas chuffed hesitantly to him, all while hoping the stranger was meant to be here more than he was.