Shimmering Sands chugux ✴

koro toro, despite his ancestry, was not a wolf accustomed to the beach. he knew that the beach was noisy and cold, and full of angry gulls - and that was about the extent of his interest in the shore. but today, he was here at the beach strictly on business: finding the wailing woman that thus far, had managed to leave the shadewood undetected.

koro toro was not actually a wolf that enjoyed playing chaperone, usually it was the other way around -- but he had sensed a mounting despair in the woman and, nosy more than empathetic, had followed her troubled tracks until he came upon her hurtling some unknowable words at the sky.

he paused, his hind end listing in its usual fashion. just what had the skies done to her? glancing above, he saw no culprits: no angry stormcloud, no shrieking gull -- so what was it that drew out such a reaction in the woman? "you gonna be okay there?" he asked in his usual abrupt charm, eyeballing her doubtfully the way a fox might carefully eyeball a porcupine moving into their den.