Shoot the dog

Silly Alex, you tagged Slade. Ashton is the Healer. xD

Salt. Necessary for preserving meats, drying herbs, and a long lasting ingredient that stayed with you for time's turbulent paths.
Seas. Seas have salt. Why not go to the sea?
Good idea.

Ashton left the pantry that he had put a few basil stems amongst, and made his way up the spiral stairs, and through the den door. He knew where the sea was. Hell, every wolf knew where the sea was. They could hear it for miles. And though it's a shitlongofajourney hell of a walk, getting salt was totally worth it. He came across the fallen slab of log he had been knawing on for a good two weeks now, and grinned triumphantly as his crude little bowl was finished. Picking up the durable wooden tool, he continued on his way, noting the ground changes.

Dirt slowly transitioned to sand, and soon the sand was the entire ground. Dunes overtook his view, and grassy orbs went straight to the back, where the waters caressed the sandy beach. "SALT! " Overly joyful, as usual, the sunny pelted blonde made his way to the water, amd lowered his heavy but hollow instrument. He scooped up its fill, turning around, and placing it out of waves reach. Then, he dived in.

Holy mother of Socrates' s foot fetish, the water was freezing.
Outoutoutoutoutoutout.
out.
OK, We're good.

It was that moment in the middle of a goot hide shaking, that Ashton heard a yelp.
Came from that wad of white boulder over...
Wait, white boulders arent a natural element of a beach...
Wolf?

Ashton made his way to the white hunka rock, amd found out indeed, it was not a boulder, but a fellow lupine. One with a leg that looked like a destroyed deer carcass.

"Sup, dude, ya not lookin' too hot, over here. "