Gilded Bay strength before weakness

The sun seemed to soak into the thick hairs along his neck and back. He could feel the warmth against his flesh like a blanket, as light as air but as fierce as a wildfire. Guildenstern had never really spent much of his time beside the ocean. Many of his days had been spent in the grueling northern territories of the planet. Though his limbs beckoned him to travel further – explore more – he only went where he was called. If his skills were to be used by those in the deeply heated south, he would trek there to lend his abilities in trade for food and secrets. Oftentimes, it was a lonely life. The pallid knight was so deeply moved by the prospect of venture that he never denied those who asked for his favors. It had made a comfortable life for him, and perhaps only him.
 
A large paw sunk into one of the shallow pools along the shore. Glancing down into it, Guildenstern could see the harsh reflection of the sunlight in that watery hole. The entire shore had places like this, from what he could see. It chilled him ever so slightly, offering a moment of reprieve from the suffocating warmth of the summer. The ghostly beast turned himself east of where he was and continued along the beach. He would admit later on that trekking through the sands was not the quickest means of travel, but his interests were in the sea on that day.