Sea Lion Shores and she won't wake for no shouting

The figment is lost among the sheets of rain, greyed out more like it. The drops are constant enough to be like static and the figure he is trying to follow vanishes before his eyes. Revui pauses. He tries to scent the wind and tastes cold water at the back of his throat instead, having shorted rivulets of rain water up through his sinuses. It wasn't pleasant; he turns and gags, spitting a wad of something in to the hazy sand. It would have been enough of a window for his target to flee, had they been moving. In the next instant he is marching again, following the browned sand and the divots left behind by heavy paws - leaning to one side, likely from an injury. It could have been Sunhawk.