Blacktail Deer Plateau I've got a jar of dirt!

He huffed a breath from his nose, his jaw tense. No, it doesn't. He refuted, except that she was right - and he was merely being petulant and resistant because the sea reminded him so much of Tortuga, and the crew. But it was home, and that's all he wanted.

But this place isn't home. This was supposed to be temporary, wasn't it? I've been to the coast, I've seen the state of it. Its not a mess anymore - not everywhere. His tail lashed behind him, his scruff puffing softly, a ragged crimson mantle.