Cerulean Cape I can’t tell you anything

KEKS @Indra !! Finally up to a present-dated thread woohoo

What felt like years had passed since he was last at the coast. It was near the ocean that Kendra had perished, her body kept by the Drageda wolves rather than being released to him. A part of him wanted to know what they’d done with her, if she’d been buried where her plants could grow in her place, but a larger part of him didn’t want to know—or rather, couldn’t handle knowing. But it was hard not to think about her as he smelled the salt of the ocean carried in on the wind, and wonder what life could have been like for the both of them, had things been different. Would they still be friends? He liked to think that they would be, no matter what would have happened.

Too bad he was never given the chance to test that theory.

Shaking his head, Alexander pushed onward, stopping only after he felt the grass fade away. In its place came sand, which reformed itself to match the curvature of his paws with each step that he took, and then climbed over some of his toes after he came to a stop. He’d reached the end of the land, having gone as far west as what was possible for him, but there was nothing to show for it. There were no scents to be found and tracked, no faces to see—just the ocean before him and the sand beneath him.