Shimmering Sands whale's way

@Ariadne? Fjall had been quiet the last few miles of their journey. He was concentrating on his pace, which was slow, given how battered his body was. Are we almost there? Though there were no visible wounds, save for a few healing scrapes beneath peachy fur, the boy was still fairly bruised up from a steep fall down a snowy cliff a week ago, and he had not eaten enough since to keep himself fit.

He was panting from exertion, walking slower and slower as the hours passed.

Half an hour ago, the pair had come upon a field of sand, patched here and there with an inch or more of snow. The ground here was incredibly cold, and the wind clawed its way through their fur like an icy rake. There wasn’t a speck of freshwater or shelter ahead of them, with the roaring sea to their left, and a distant cluster of trees over a mile to their left.