Horizon Ridge You like to drink and to smoke to take away the pain

he'd gotten himself separated from rosalyn. for some reason, cam just couldn't seem to stick to anyone's side. he was always drifting, going off alone, everyone else's pace both too slow and too quick. maybe it was better this way. maybe he was meant to be alone, and that's why mummy had. . .

well. best not to think of that, right now.

he was weaving his way up the precarious, rocky slope, occasionally stopping to watch the seabirds that flocked here. after receiving a well-aimed peck to his muzzle from one (he'd gotten too close), cam avoided them, instead concentrating on reaching the top. blood had welled in a crimson bead upon the small wound, unspilled; it stung a little. still, he carried on.

a figure of gold at the top caught his eye. he was breathless for a few moments—from this distance, it could have been khali, or even lana. the latter was ruled out as he found no charcoal upon the form, and it was too small to be the former. he was a little put out, but made his way toward the form, which eventually he realized was a female around his age.

she was looking out at the sea, eyes blue as the clearest sky fixed on the waves. cam cocked his head and chuffed, clambering up the last of the slope before padding toward her with steps made ungainly by his still-too-large paws.