Shimmering Sands "it's calm before the storm, winslow."

The winds carried on a good deal as the coast faded away from rocky peaks to sandy shores. The water tossed with every gust, carrying a swell to the shore to break there and fade as it rolled inland. The brown wolf who walked the outskirts of the water did not seem perturbed by such events. He prowled forward with an easy-going confidence that seemed to have settled strangely in his yearling frame. Knaven was broad in his shoulders and back, but there was a youthful slenderness to his muzzle and limbs. Only just a year and already so far from home. 

The earthy beast stopped as the next gust of wind shook his frame and tossed a wave onto the beach. The water clapped before spreading toward him. This time, his paws were soaked in the salty foam. Knaven looked to the water pensively before continuing on his pace. Bijou and the others would not be far behind, he imagined. If he could find a place that offered coverage from the rain, he would wait.