Ankyra Sound a blackout oath i swore and meant but couldn't conjure up again

Though the Teekon Wilds had settled considerably over the past few weeks, somewhere else the earth still stood to tremble.  

As he crosses the edge of the border he tilts his head back and howls to @Blixen that he'll be home soon, more for himself than for her.  There were still things he had not dealt with; the loss of his siblings and nomi still weighed upon him, though less heavily than before.  He had found that if you keep your head up and don't think about it, it gets easier over time.  He was too focused on not focusing on it to see how their absence still affected him.  Every time he left he had to remind himself that he would come back.  No matter what happened, no matter who had abandoned them in the past, Tux would never.

He was no natrona.

Until —

He knew too much about the weather to ignore the signs overhead.  

But if he looked close, he could have sworn that he saw her.  She was there, in the dense black clouds.  Her fur was the darkness of the waves.  Her voice was the howling of the wind.  Inland, she commanded, but he could not bring himself to move his legs.  Helplessly he watched as the water came closer and then enveloped him completely.

He gasped for air but his lungs found no purchase.  Finally his legs kicked in, but no matter how strong of a swimmer he was, he continued treading water.  Briefly, his head broke over the surface.  Nomi, he strained through his salt-licked throat as tears sprang in the corner of his eyes.  A moment later he was sucked back under and he gave into the preciousness of being enveloped by the ocean — by nomi.

When he comes to it is days later and he is miles and miles and miles away from Trigeda.  His dribbling nose stings, the air is achingly cold as it enters his lungs.  He tries to make himself stand; his legs tremble beneath his weight.  His stomach heaves.  A mix of saltwater and bile expel from his mouth, and his legs give way from under him.  Thankfully, he's able to force himself in the opposite direction as his sick.

With a frustrated growl, he crawls a few feet in the sand, the ice frozen to his pelt cracking as he moves.  Eventually he finds the strength to stand again and begins to prowl the shoreline of Ankyra Sound, entirely unaware of how close to home he truly was.