Sequoia Coast sucks to be an optimist in this listless dissolution

he's somewhere in that empty traingular map space between dragoncrest cliffs, nova peak & the tangle.

the sky casts an overcast, drab coloration on the world; an affirmation that winter officially leeched it of its vibrancy. onryo casts his frostbound gaze around, at the strange placement of massive rocks upon the ground. in the distance, he can see trees and further yet a looming mountain peak. to his back is the coast; the salty sting of seabrine still lingering in his nose.

the chilling air reaches for him and he ducks in the shade and cover of the nearest rock, using it to block the worst of the biting wind as his fur dries from his ( brief ) swim in the sea.

he'd been attempting to fish and had been ...sort of successful leaving a few half eaten fish to be washed away by the greedy swell of the sea when he'd finished and realized that fish wasn't exactly to his taste. still, food was food and as fishing did not require hearing onryo did what he could with what he had to work with.