Coconut Grove i. ashore

Kiir had never been one for travel. For all their short life, they'd wanted nothing more than a warm place to nap in the sun and sand of their oasis home, far away in a desert long behind them. Yet, at nearly three years old, fully in their prime, a sudden urge to travel had overwhelmed them. Wanderlust. Whatever one wanted to call it.

And it was all her fault.

Fox. The only one back at the Oasis who had made Kiir feel... anything. Fox had made them question their own life, their personality, their identity. And then she had left. Because she'd wanted to "see the world." And Kiir had fallen back into their old, lazy ways, ones that had existed since birth.

Yet here they were now, traveling so far through the Teekon Wilds that they'd hit ocean. And now there was nowhere left to go. Kiir sighed and sat down amid the coconut trees, too bothered to take in the beauty of the place. They swept their gaze around, taking in the sea, the sky... the bit of glow-y golden-red fur near the shoreline.

"Sun and Moon..." Kiir murmured, and approached the drenched form of wet fur, wondering if they were about to stumble upon a dead body.