Gilded Bay here come the jets, hide my money in your tube socks

@Laroche

it's a beautiful day, even for being so cold, and blossom is taking full advantage of it. the slim coywolf has stretched himself out on the sand, belly up, soaking in as much sunlight as he can. his eyes are half-closed, tail beating lazily against the sand. it occurs to him that he'll have to start heading back to the island soon. he has no intentions of remaining away from his new home for very long, though he loves exploring too much to give it up entirely. so far, paradise is even nicer than he could have hoped for; he has a new home, one that feels safe in a way he's never known before, and the freedom to go wherever he wants. it's all he's ever wanted, really. well — maybe he could use a few more friends, too, but he's sure he'll get there.