Kildeer Rest nìkeftxo

Kildeer rest. Somewhere so far from the coasts he called home, and far from the kin that reared him. Tsu's ears turn backward, his lips pursed in thought. Eyes search the horizon—searching for a roaring ocean and his home tree. Nothing here is familiar. He feels alone, even with her softened call to join her side.

He does so, as he'd been taught always to heed the call of an elder. Paws too large for his own good draw him to follow in line. She spoke of food and this word he recognized. A low growl bellowed from his stomach. He dipped his head in gratitude, his sorrow-filled eyes expressing as much thanks as they could. "Bless you." He muttered. Even if he could not feel his Goddess, he would still utter her good tidings.

The prairie is as vast as the sea. It's woefully different, too, as a sea of grass sways in the breeze instead of the tide. Its sway makes the bike crawl up his aching throat.

"My brother...gone. Have you seen? His name Seäe. Tsu fears he knows the answer. He fears it will fracture his soul further.

”He know better. Lost still.”