Dragoncrest Cliffs skaikrasha, tristraka

Tux thought he had his eye on the storm, but with Rusalka appearing and amassing an army essentially overnight, he had turned his attention elsewhere.

What a mistake.

The clouds above were a sickening yellow-green, the ones on the horizon were black as night.  The wind was howling, and rain pelted from above. If he had any sense he would have hidden somewhere, but he was Tux, so of course he didn't.  

He sits as far away from the churning waves as he can manage.  When he and Kiwi natrona had been down here last, they'd had no luck finding food, but it turns out the sea was bountiful.  He came up to nose one of the wriggling fish, and skittered backwards as the punishing waves drew back onto the sand.