Ocean's Breath Plateau look ahead, look-astern

uncharted lands stretch out before newt; vast and waiting for him to explore them. even now, he cannot shake the guilt that he carries like a ball and chain behind him despite that he knows he's made his decision for better or worse. the snow hasn't let up but by now he is used to the seemingly never ending snows of the teekon's winter. a strange sound, something slightly akin to the flow of a river grows louder with each step he takes; aggressive. a roar, the mightly splash of waves against rock to accompany the salty tang that hangs in the air.

newt nears the plateau's edge with careful steps, hit by a wave of vertigo as he peers down at the dropping sheer of rockface below; droplets of salt water splashing him as the sea rises against the rocks, higher and higher as if it were trying to breach the towering cliff holding it back from the heartlands.

a step back is taken, not wanting to meet an untimely death by sharp teeth-like rocks at the bottom. it is only then that the footfalls of another catch his attention; ears swivelling in the other's direction. a male, pelage colored in earth and stone agouti catches newt's imperial gaze and he lets out a low chuff.