The Sentinels There were plants and birds and rocks and things

@Barbatos when you have time <3

Normally a desert-dweller, the man was surprised at how swiftly he could travel on hard, clay-packed earth. Of course, he'd become conditioned to walking on sand, where it shifted beneath his feet with every movement, but something about running through the woodlands and valleys made him feel as though he could almost open up the invisible wings he'd kept folded at his sides, and fly off into the air. There was something gratifying about feeling so fit in a land that felt so soft and simple to him. Trees provided shade, lakes and rivers provided water, and the ground was cool to the touch. 

Still- he longed for a land to call his home, and with a heavy heart, he'd learned to abandon the one he had chosen, as it drew so little attention from those he would align with. Thieves, trespassers, creatures that would sooner squabble over a puddle of water rather than share it. He too had been one of these creatures- one who had sought to commodify something that should have been public domain.

The seaside appealed to him, naturally, as it was familiar to the desert in two ways. Sand, sand, everywhere- shifting beneath his feet. And while there was water as far West as the eye could see, it wasn't potable. 

He could smell other wolves in the area, and as he breathed in a cleansing breath, he thought- perhaps now was the time to try and learn how to follow.