Sea Lion Shores 'Cause they know who is righteous, what is bold, so I'm told

Acheron sat and stewed for a few minutes, unwilling to turn around and look at Tuvaq. But eventually, his temper died down, and then the guilt settled in. He was still angry about the whole thing, but he realized that he hadn't really handled it well. With a heavy sigh, he turned around, ready to go back and try to talk about this more reasonably. But no one was there. He stood up and walked over to where he had left his friend, coughing and soaked, like the asshole that he was. He glanced around a few times before he saw paw prints in the sand leading away. 

Acheron followed the prints for as far as he could, but they eventually ended as beach turned into forest. Dammit. He had pushed him away and now he might be sick and on his own. But he was stubborn and after a few minutes of looking miserably at the line of trees, he moved forward, set on trying to track Tuvaq. 

He wasn't sure he would be successful, but he would try until he either found his friend or grew tired and passed out somewhere.