The Sentinels of the waves are skimming

for @Yakone

kjalarr spent his morning patrolling the establishing borders of the bay and working out the soft ache in his left hind leg; unkind with the chill and damp hanging in the air. if the overcast morning painted the morning in drab, monochrome greys: the afternoon was not shaping up to be any better.

it did not feel as if the weather warmed up any, either.

still, kjalarr grits his teeth and veers off, stepping over his borders and into the sentinels where he had a particular interest in a medium sized deer herd. he kept a keen eye on them: acknowledging that from them he could thin the herd from getting overly large and keep them fed ...providing they did not decide to move on.

he follows their scent trail and when he approaches the clearing where they bed and graze, slows his pace to keep keen cerulean eye upon them from afar as not to spook them.