What was he supposed to do with all this god forsaken sand?!

Everywhere he took a step his feet were swallowed by the yellow ground, the air that whips around him is thick with the smell of salt and heat both combined and little granules of the wicked sand bite into his skin when the wind at last hits him the wrong way. A harsh difference to the darkness of the lagoon, but here no one could hide and it was open as far as his eyes could see from the top of the first dune he’d crested after swimming back. His family would be arriving soon, but of course that depended on just how troublesome Switch was going to be along the way. She hated him, cursed him, but she is well within her right to do so; now at least she could yell all she wanted with his attention solely on her. A firecracker, his dark little dancer is, one he thought he was better off without for fear of absolutely ruining her. The irony of it was that by keeping away and giving his attention to his fellow kindred’s, he’d done much worse than simply ruin her.

My little shadow

He turns his wolfish gaze away from the endless mounds of sand to look out over the crashing sea that demands his attention, ears perking up to catch the overhead calls of the seagulls that sound as though they mock the dunalino where he stands under the open sun. His skin has long since dried, leaving his thin coat peppered with salt crystals that desperately cling to him and spray everywhere when he at last shakes off, the temptation to lower himself and roll is great but he has other matters to tend to first. Fiero snorts at the birds and their beady eyes, even going as far as giving chase to a few that flap close. What an annoyance, his thoughts rage at them, the only thing he could at the moment. Settling back atop his dune again he calls into the wind for the other male whose scent had gone stale from the very borders Fiero had meticulously been covering with his own, knowing that while the other stallion had let thing’s go he was still very much here and Fiero was eager to speak with a potential ally.

Fiero is a patient man though, and no matter how long it took he’d still be there on the dunes watching both the ocean and his new land behind him with his body relaxed and a hind hoof cocked back to further show he was at last at peace.