Ocean's Breath Plateau …a little bitty dream

The young Mackenzie was restless, though the urge the wander had significant died off. No - in fact, he refused to leave the area, unwilling to stray far from his beloved. This pent-up energy was a reflection of all that was occurring around him as the first early greens of spring began to tease their way between the rocky crags and crevices. 

He'd spent most of his time milling about the beach, looking for any signs of danger or a potential meal; all the while, he held his breath that his luck would hold, that he'd not be discovered and forced from the plateau. This brought a frequent worry to his mind: would his lack of affiliation with the Moontide pack become a problem for Raindrop, or for any possible offspring they'd rear? Perhaps it would be best if he pledged himself to them, since he was so brazenly feeding off their lands. Something about the situation didn't quite sit right with him, and it furrowed his brow each time the thought arose.

'Mac was standing upon a small jetty, intently staring out over the waves as gulls circled and chattered overhead. He took a sharp inhalation of briny sea air, savoring it, before slowly exhaling. It seemed as though the world was an egg, poised to break from the shell of winter - waiting, waiting, for the moment to explode forth into greenery and new life. An ear flicked, a shadow of a smirk pulling at his lips as he caught the sounds of his constant companion, a small feline, playing ardently with a particularly round pebble.

His thoughts shattered when he heard Raindrop's soft call for him. His head snapped to attention, and without hesitation he leapt from the rocks, paws digging eagerly into the coarse sand as he adopted a hasty pace. Was she alright? Was something wrong? Of course, his mind immediately latched onto possible disaster: Sumac courted it at every corner, with every glimpse of a skittering shadow. 

It took the cat, Raja, a few moments to realize that Big Cat had once again run off, and with a loud complaint, she abandoned her toy (after one last bat, of course) and bolted after him.

Eagerly, he followed now-familiar paths back to their shared den, their paradise by the bay. He felt his chest relax as his gilded eyes found her whole and hale, waiting for him by the entrance.

"My sweet darling," he veritably purred, slowing his pace and moving to embrace her tenderly, applying a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You called? Is everything okay?"