Ankyra Sound ugh, the ocean

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For the whole time, the man trailed his sister. Towards the coast he'd momentarily drifted closer to on a whim. And nearly got crushed by a tree. He often felt his face, feeling the thin scab that ran down it from the crazed man. A reminder to steer clear of ones that dabbled with the plants provided by the lands.

Soon, he could faintly smell the border over the strong tang of salt that forces itself up his nose and doused his senses. He did his best to avoid kicking up the sand, but nothing could stop the wind whipping it up in intermittent bursts that stung at his eyes. He knew his sister thought just as much of the beach as he did, but kept his stoic silence between them.
She had failed at her empire, her own chance of a family that could've been rebuilt.

He'd stayed with her.
But for how much longer would his loyalty to her last? His judging character would make it harder to for him to just blindly trust his sister and hand himself over to this pack she'd led him to.
His jaw feathered as she tipped her head to howl and awaited to the greeted by the dwellers here.

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