Dragoncrest Cliffs Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you

When he had stopped by hougeda to check in and catch up for the morning so far, he saw from the periphery Étoille's newest ward slipping away towards the tunnel down and to the sea. At first, he let him go, but a sizable enough interest find out more about the boy urged him up to his paws to follow after him.

With his own pups his most important focus, the coywolf had practically slipped beneath his radar. At best, he knew him by scent, and through Dalia only barely. As for himself, impressions were yet to truly take shape--and the boy was young still. He wondered where he may come to stand among them in time. The guardian roved down the familiar hall, then ducked low to cross the last threshold withholding him from sight of the sea. He found the little stranger as well at hardly more than a glance.

When the sea was relatively calm, this was a far gentler space. His last visit and it had been stormy, roiling.. and angry. Not today, however. He breathed deep, and enjoyed too "Hei," he called out with a low whuff, then began to slowly stride over the sands with curious intent and a relaxed posture.