Sigurdr, has spent his days tirelessly patrolling the borders, ensuring the safety and security of the land he holds dear. From the smallest insects to the largest beasts, Sigurdr has made it his mission to know every inch of his home, to understand the rhythms and patterns of the natural world that exists within it. His efforts have led him to discover some of the most beautiful and serene spots in the jungle, from crystal-clear rivers teeming with life to secluded lagoons hidden deep within the foliage. He has found sea caves that offer respite from the sweltering afternoon heat, their cool shadows providing a welcome relief from the blazing sun.

On this particular afternoon, Sigurdr finds himself tucked away in the shadows of the jungle, surrounded by twisting vines and a thick canopy that shields him from the harsh sunlight. He gazes out across the waves as they sweep towards the shore, listening to the dull roar of the ocean as it crashes against the hardened sands. The sound is both calming and invigorating, a reminder of its raw power and beauty.

His glacial gaze swept across the waves, a practiced scan for any sign of movement in the vast expanse of blue. The wind whipped his hair, salt spray stinging his face. Then, a flicker of movement caught his eye, a figure breaking through the churning foam and onto the hardened sands beyond. Her rose-colored coat gleamed in the sun, as she stepped across the sands. 'Mother?' The voice, soft and hesitant, carried on the wind, a whisper that pierced his heart. 'Mother?' she cried again, the sound lost to the crashing waves, her plea swallowed by the wind and the infinite expanse of the ocean. He watched, his heart pounding, as she turned, searching, her gaze scanning the lush jungle foliage that bordered the beach as if a miracle could arise from the green shadows.

He stepped from the shadows and into the brilliant sunlight, dark rimmed ears twitched atop his head and a soft wicker of greeting left his lips. "I don't believe your mother is here," he paused as his eyes swept over her, "What is her name? Perhaps I have ran into her on my travels." His voice was low and melodic, carrying the faintest hint of a foreign accent. He held himself with a quiet confidence, his posture relaxed yet alert.