The sky was going through its daily ritual. Swirls of pink, orange, purple and blue with the various soft white hints of cloud continued to mix as the sun sunk. Normally, Thomas would not be out in the open. He preferred to find shelter when light was abundant, simply because he was not accustomed to the area. Two days had passed since he first stepped foot in the Nova Scotia region. Strapped to his back were bags full with clothing and necessary instruments for his work. He wore a simple off-white shirt with casual black trousers. And, at this moment, he wished for the help of a steed.

With a finger, he pushed his falling glasses up along his nose and quietly eyed the barren land ahead with thoughts of turning around rather than continuing. Should he continue, who knows what kind of area he would stroll upon. All he did know was that the vegetation thinned with each step, shifting from tree to grass to sand. The unfamiliar sound of crashing waves left him questioning. Despite being a three year old man, he had only seen the ocean once or perhaps twice. Otherwise, large bodies of water such as lakes or rivers were as close to the sea as he could get.

Thomas chose to continue, if only for the reason of exploring.

By the time he reached the rock scattered beach, the sun had dipped, the only light was that of a waning gibbous moon. His ears cautiously flicked, his dark brown eyes watching the ground below. It was already treacherous with the numerous jagged rocks sticking through the foul sand, but now without light it was as if he were in a minefield. With a single wrong step he could be injured in one shape or form. So, Thomas paused, his curled tail tensed as his facial expression.