Ankyra Sound vi It's in your blood.

@Njord

The call of the ocean was hard to ignore. A current of pungent air fed in to the tangle of trees where he had been roaming earlier, a fermentation of flavors he had left behind weeks ago. Kigipigak drank in breath after breath as if it were freshly baked bread and he a street urchin; it called to him in such a profound way that he soon found his footing among the twisting groves until the grass turned to rock, and then the rock to dust.

And there, down the iron-rich hillside to an embankment of clay and beyond, sat glittering sweeps of sand. A dark band on the horizon was the seaside. Variegated blue-green and gray, tendrils of foaming white. Closer than all of that was a barrow, of sorts: a vaulted stonescape he eagerly ducked in to.

Kigipigak investigated the exterior in excess before plunging in to the dark, seeking out any sign of other creatures—living or dead—which may have invaded this grotto when the tide was low, like it was now. He could find ripe scents of fish gut and weeds, but nothing remarkable.