Dragoncrest Cliffs fwi

Each day, up until the weather grew colder. So he’d better get pretty comfortable with it before then, otherwise he’d be rusty coming back to it in the spring. 

But it did feel nice. Cool water, waves airing out his fur. He was due for a good bath. Even the sand between his paws felt nice. Fully able to stand without his old hips complaining. That alone would be reason enough to keep up a regiment. 

He followed his Obsidian’s lead when she turned back to shore, saltwater falling freely from his fur back into the ocean as the sloping seafloor gave into dry land. 

”That uneasiness ever go away?” He let the question sit for a moment before continuing. She grew up with it, seemed more comfortable with it than the land. ”Hell, you probably don’t even know what I’m talkin’ about.” he shied off.