Shimmering Sands up with the sun, gone with the wind

hi i don't remember how to write him anyway

To the sea had once been a useful heading, but now that he could smell the salt distinctly on the frigid morning's winds, it only made him miss her more. Still his trails were all cold. He went on nothing, and how long had it even been by now? His skin was tight over his ribs, his paws perpetually sore. The daylight hours were coming awfully short. He despaired in silence and solitude, wiling away his hours on a dead trail.

But if not this, then what? Without Qilaq, nothing else tied him to a home—so he lowered his head and kept treading on, even as winds coasted over the open expanse that spread ahead. He had wanted to have his life with her, beside her.. together and peaceful finally like they both deserved. A pivotal piece of that missing had landed him here, alone, out here in no-man's land and tracking fading deer prints out of habit, undertoned with a desperate plea for survival.

He wished (and oh how he wished for a great many things these days).. but unless whatever was at the end of this trail was knocking on death's door, it was another fool's errand on his behalf.

He kept going, though, behind a nose pointed roughly east, a direction as good as any today.