Ravensblood Forest the seas did not forgive, and they did not welcome their wayward children home

Breathlessly, he made his way inland until he could see the swatch of dark forestry ahead of him and could hear the sound of the wild things that lived within it. His haggard frame seemed to slip through past the barrier that separated sea and wood without wavering. It was as though his feet did not actually touch the ground – that he had glided his way through as a specter instead of a corporeal beast. He did not feel as though he was tethered to the earth, though. There was nothing left on it for him.
 
With a wet and raspy cough, the lifeless figure of the pallid sea wolf moved further into the forest. His mismatched sights were not focused on anything in particular. Rather, they seemed to dart in the exact same pattern; from top left, swinging downward until they rolled into the upper right, and then repeated again and again… The ragged breathing that escaped from his dark lips was like something caught in the depths of a sink drain, something that couldn’t be washed away.