Cerulean Cape cor sagnant

cameo for now >D

lestan dug in the sand beside the riverbank, having not looked up as his companion decided to explore the nearby cove. he was heedless of the sun which burnt down upon his nape, his crown, his shoulders.
once upon a time, there had been flowers near the river, a series of wild blooms which ran cape to river to bay. it was for their bulbs he searched now, muttering as the sand turned cool beneath his paws, and then muddy water welled between his claws. "she'll w-want flowers when i s-see her again. sorry for losing y-you. best f-father." he chuckled darkly and then his face went stone-rigid. lestan continued his fruitless search.