Totoka River debris

I'll tag you both!

Poor, sweet, wayward beings. No wonder they found themselves seemingly unknowingly in a snowstorm on a beach. He was here for a purpose and knew the dangers, and maybe they did too. But they looked far too bedraggled to know what they were doing.
He stared hard at his pale counterpart, not even offering a smirk to the female, for he was too pissed off for that. And cold. Never again would he go to the beach in the winter.

He inclined his head, then tucked it to his chest, conserving his warmth, and marched on towards the not-so-distant woodlands. The storm would still be blowing by the time they got there.