It was difficult to call the low tide a relief, and yet it was likely the closest a word could have come to describe the feeling. Even with the tide having receded, the water still swallowed Glorall up. Stagnant pools carved out the landscape, and trees had been dragged down and towards the ocean with each tide and inundation of flooding. Still, Elohim had to check on the territory even if every part of him told it was an otherwise poor decision. He might have been raised to know each and every path of Glorall, but those paths were no longer a given. He hadn't been able to get anywhere close to the island, but he'd been able to call out to Badar several times at least. From a distance, he could have sworn he'd been able to see a dark figure loping up and down the shoreline. For Elohim, that was enough to put his mind at ease for a while. His sisters were tough, after all. Tougher than him, perhaps.

There had been plans, but they'd been washed away with much of Glorall's shoreline. Natiya and he -- as wrong as it felt to consider them a pair, in any case -- had been displaced, though he found at least a little comfort in knowing that it meant Blackthorne would have a harder time hunting her down. Beyond that, everybody had been displaced. Elohim had considered simply redirecting the pack to Iromar; he liked Avery, and he had a feeling she wouldn't be one to turn down a number of displaced neighbors, but then again, he had the same kind of feeling that said she would turn away some of them, at least. It put him in an awkward position, and he felt exhausted just thinking about thinking about it. It was easier to just...disappear, he had to admit.

So, for the time being, he was disappearing. In a sense, at least. In reality, he had simply peeled away from the others to find himself some alone time on the outskirts of Glorall. The tide was at its lowest point, and Elohim took the opportunity to follow one of the enbankments towards the territory's centre. The sand was fairly compact, but each step seemed to reveal faults in the dune's structure and several large logs -- possibly, Elohim thought, entire buried trees -- jutted out from the ridge. He was cautious despite his casual air of confidence, and he wondered if anybody else had grown curious enough to follow him, or to explore their own curiosity. For Elohim, he had a small goal at least. He intended to find Erebos and Ehiyeh's dens and mark them in some way in order to better remember their locations. Whenever it was that they'd be able to return again, he was sure they wouldn't be able to rely on the old landmarks. For him, it was important to ensure his siblings had their own places to return to, even if they were different. Plus, it was a good distracted to put his tracking abilities to work, wasn't it?