Ankyra Sound imma toss my hat in, floss when the track spin

@Svalinn

for a long while val stared at the approaching tide. dawn gave way to flimsy sunrays, painting the beach in long strips of tangerine and bruised blue.

there was no meal to be had today on the strand. unwilling to cross the invisible border that spanned between him and the snarling surf, val turned to the treeline in a slow trot.