Totoka River Riding horses cloaked in grey

The river had broken free from the hold of ice.

Tenebris stopped at its bank and bent to drink of the free-flowing water. It was chilly and crisp on his throat, soothing the roughness that he felt there. As he looked inland, there seemed a terrible stretch of wild terrain that appeared to go on until it met the horizon. The wayfaring man was not certain he would wish to part with the coast so soon.

Turning back to the sea, Tenebris began a trot along the edge of the river. The gold of his eyes was trained on the grey clouds. The smell of brine mixed with that of fir and pine from the trees that grew inland.