Ocean's Breath Plateau but i hate to think about you with somebody else

From the plains he veered east until the land wasn't so flat anymore, until the sounds of life returned to the air around him. He ended up with more than he'd bargained for, though. The salty-rot smell, the constant hissing of waves against the shore; he'd gone looking for a pretty place to waste his time and had found the whole damn ocean.

Well, it wasn't exactly a failure, at least. Grayday picked through the tall, soft grasses that covered the plateau, occasionally lifting his head to take in the sight of the water beyond. Maybe he would stay here for a time, rest up a bit. At least until he could look at all that water without the fur along his spine bristling.