Sequoia Coast to mount olympus

The Nereides had reached their destination, had claimed the land upon which they stood, and now set about making sure others knew of their presence. So Greyjoy had left that morning to scout along the shore, following the path up through Megalith Forest to skirt along the cliffs. Eventually he found his way down to another beach, this one much more open than their secluded one, and Greyjoy rejoiced at the open sands before him.

Taking a deep breath, the hoplite kicked off from the sand and barreled forward, using his legs to propel him forward at a run. It had been far too long since he had been on his own, and far too long since he had the freedom of running along the sandy shores with the raging sea beside him. He allowed himself to relax, to feel the wind whip between the tendrils of fur along his body, to taste the salt upon the air as it filled his lungs. Everything was once again right with the world.