Ocean's Breath Plateau from where to eternity

passing by along the borders, not trespassing — but always welcomed to rough up a little or scare him.

He was faced with a decision that he loathed.

Cut closer to the churned waters or stalk along heavily scented grounds. He did not want to be avoidant of others' existence, but he knew each distraction would keep him a touch longer. Already too much time had rolled away from him, never to be reclaimed again.

He had doubts he would ever see anyone familiar due to this, but those were the kind of things one mustn't say aloud.

However he could not bring himself to brave the cliffs that served as a wall against the sea. It meant he had to move along the little land between cliff and plateau until he could break through into something unclaimed again. He was mindful to not step over where the ones here walked before him.

Yet he wondered, truly, if being on one side mattered when he lurked so close without a call.

He knew, also rather truly, that he would not outmatch anyone who might come to ward him off.

Let his feet carry him swift, he prayed.