Silverlight Terrace come and get your love

He heads inland, unsatisfied. Were all the seawolves here as fickle as that girl?

Treasures--pah! To be a slave to materialism was to rot like an old tree, stuck in the mud.

You focus too much on tangible things and you lose sight of what is truly real--

What you believe to be real is superfluous;

And what you believe to be superfluous is the only reality there is.

Imtiaz stops short at the sleeping ball of dark fur, peering down at her with a curious gaze, an open smile.

"Why are you here?" he asks, hoping to startle her out of her slumber.

Perhaps the landwolves will be wiser.