Cerulean Cape And I'm charming

@Keen

Derg lay at the end of the peninsula. Watching the rolling ocean far out. The fins of large, marine mammals poked out of the water now and again. Sand dwelling creatures arose from under the sands and scuttled about, things crawled in from the sea.

He sighed, slumping his head on his paws again. His wounds ached, the water stung him. Though, from his experiences, that was a good thing. He couldn't avenge Keen. He whined low, almost inaudibly. Not that anyone was around to hear. He should go to Grezig. Fuck up the stupid face of her children. He wasn't worthy, relying on a packmate to fight a battle over his family. He'd outlive Vaati and spit on his grave, out of spite. Only then he'd drop dead.
Where he would once feel the fires of anger, he felt nothing.