Silver Moraine [m] i'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed

Try as he might to adapt to coastal living, Raimo struggles to find the same connection he once held to Moonglow. He decides on a whim to go for a run and see if anything worthwhile can be found away from the cliffs - which is why he finds himself out of breath as he crosses the moraine.

There wasn't much to see, here. The terrain was rugged and open, a composite of rock formations and an overwhelmingly blue sky. Raimo prowled along with a hunch to his shoulders, huffing mineral-rich breaths, glad to be away from the seaside and its smells.

Whether he saw the ambulatory shine of the stranger's silvery body or not, Raimo gave no indication. Not until a warm and inviting scent caught him by surprise, towards which he lifted his head for a once-over of the horizon.