Gilded Bay waning gibbous

maybe somebody from one of the forming coastal packs?

he traded mountains for the sea in his adventures.

and like that he felt much more at home amongst the wilds he traversed. he hummed a loud, nonsensical tune as he traversed. emboldened by the arrival of the sun, even if the seabreeze cut harsh and cold still.

none of the chills of remaining winter were enough to hinder his spirits!

so he turned his casual stroll into a lively jog, uncertain where the bay would lead him to.