Blackwater Islands Nevermind an SMS.

A beach was crawling with plants that Haizel would love to collect and take back to his Pharaoh and bestest friend head priest Senmut (at least, he was fairly sure they were friends and that it was his title). The man who could be mistaken for a deer in both pelt and personality frolicked along at a happy pace, one long leg splaying out in time to a hind one's extension. 

His tail wagged, sunrise eyes looking for the pink and orange petals he was after. 

have a Haizel :>