Sequoia Coast from the ground up

he had finally gotten out of the taiga, relatively speaking. crossed through the fields after climbing down the through the ravine and all. the coast was a bit warmer, he would give it that, but the wind still fucking blew. literally.
at least the high tide had taken away most of the snow, even if it the sky was still spitting flakes down. it helped travel when he didn't have to plow through snow up past his ass and pray he didn't magically find a hole in the ground that would swallow him up.
the ocean was pretty boring though; he had seen it a handful of times before and honestly the novelty of it had worn off really quick. the beach was nothing special—there was the standard fare of seadwelling creatures and their weird ass faces, the gulls, driftwood... sand... sea glass... all of it pretty bleak just like the rest of the day.
and then there was lakhos, the dumb bitch, standing out like a sore thumb, tongue lolling out of his mouth like he hadn't a care in the world. he was hungry, as usual, and right about now one of those tasty gulls loitering on the beach looking for some handouts for easy taking sure looked good.
he stalked them in the same way someone about to steal something and bolt would; nonchalant and smooth, eyes not quite focused on the prize but willing to assess it all the same.
soon.