Sequoia Coast sucks to be an optimist in this listless dissolution

it was the smell that drew onyro's attention and brought with it the retracting of his steps. beyond the smell of fish left in his wake, rotting seaweed, and the salty tang of the undrinkable water was something wrong. infected, mingled heavily with an unfamiliar scent.

his sense of scent leads him, followed closely by the sweeping pierce of his haunting frostbound gaze. the foaming sea is cold as it laps and froths against his paws; his steps slowing to a halt as he finds the source of the strange scent mingled heavily as it was with infection.

at first, onyro is not sure what he was looking at. massive and fawn colored the wrinkled beast looked canine-like but uncertainty causes onyro's hackles to prickle all the same. for a moment, he considers turning back around and fleeing from her ...but the idea of turning his back to her does not sit well with him. he cannot hear to know if he was being pursuit and one wrong step might very well bring about his death.

unsure; onyro lets out a chuff to announce his presence though the sound is nothing more to him than a vibration within his vocal cords.