Ocean's Breath Plateau And every time our fingers touched

Tagging @Hawkes

He needs to explore these lands much more than he already has. Since taking up with these interesting Ironclan folks he’s felt stuck at the coast, even though that couldn’t be further from reality. The leaders, a large behemoth of a man of silvers and navy named Wintersbane and another much more intense, darker woman shrouded in mystery who calls herself Umbra. They seem alright, but only time will tell. For he can see reason within Wintersbane, but has just a pinch more caution when dealing with Umbra. Even though truly the only thing he fears is God himself. 

So today, he does just that: ventures off into the wild once more, but this time just for fun. He climbs up this plateau that catch his eye in the distance. His paws roughed with so many years of rough travel that his body hardly feels the effects of weariness. When he reaches the top, he sighs — a victorious one and top toes to the edge of the cliff. 

Looking down upon the beautiful land beneath his heart swells for his love for God. So he does the only thing he’s good at: praying. Bowing his head and dropping his lower body in reverence, he begins his prayer. Voice loud and passionate, he keeps his eyes open this time. Though his prayer flows effortlessly from his maw, a silly thought passes through his mind. 

What if I jump? He wonders briefly. Would god let him live? Would God bring him back? To him the answer is most obviously yes, but today he decides maybe he could find out on a later date. Until then, he continues to pray.