The Sentinels Oh won't you come with me,

yunxu can't say for sure whether aimi has come this way. all he can say is that the bay is empty, as was the path from neverwinter forest to the coast. he can't imagine her leaving the sea without a reason.

aimi doesn't have his...temper. but neither does she avoid conflict, and if she's met some of the people he has – 

that's another thing he'd rather not consider.

for a time, he follows the line of the cliff, the waves crashing below. without the storms of the past month, the water rolls off to the horizon, and seabirds wheel in the clear sky above.

the walk might have been called peaceful, but it doesn't last. he noses through a tangle of burnt wood, muzzle wrinkling at the ash now clinging stubbornly to his coat, and catches sight of a figure ahead. for a moment, he thinks it might be her. but aimi's coat is sand and seafoam, not thundercloud black, and – 

oh no.

yunxu freezes, delicately setting his paw back to the ground. there appear to be no others here, though his search is rather hasty. sticking around when there is no one else here to draw her ire seems rather a poor move, not one he's keen to make.

the young seawolf turns on his heel, tail tucking along his leg, and something cracks under the weight of his foot.

he flinches. shit.