Coconut Grove sometimes they fall down for no reason at all

a heaviness weighed against his shoulders. the ghost plodded forward through the damp sands with every intention of getting as close to the sound as he could. ahead of him, dark storm clouds were billowing over the mountains and spreading out beyond the sea. the wind brushed through his ashen coat, promising that the weather would reach him within the hour. as if to cement that vow, a brilliant flash of lightning rippled across the dark swatch of grey. several beats passed before thunder filled the air around him.
 
illidan lowered his crown and sniffed at the sand. there were familiar scents there. his mind was too heavy for him to realize just how well he knew them – how close he had come to some of them before he had vanished. near to where he stood on the beach, the lost son could smell that a pack had claimed the neighboring terrain. his goal was to skirt around it as far as he could manage without drawing attention to himself.