Sequoia Coast ulysses

For @Wip - keeping it vague pending acceptance (or not!) into SB. :)

Something wasn't quite right. Kovacs slept with one eye open that night, sheltered from the worst of the winds by a sharp dip in the sand. A fringe of tough grass above his head fought hard to stay erosion, but it was losing.

He hadn't seen anything, and there weren't any unusual smells - but something about the place irked him. When morning came and he was still alive, Kovacs chalked it up to paranoia. He had travelled alone since the start of winter, and it was clearly getting to him. Stretching his thick legs one at a time, then his back, the large male looked towards the forest. He needed food - ideally a lot of it.