A soot toned hand passed over the mane that stood on end between his ears. Soothing it downward the male attempted to tame the fur. It was futile. The ragged boy racked his fingers through it a second time, but no matter what he tried it claimed a mind of its own. Leaving him looking wild though his attitude was far more subdued. His other paw idly holding a smooth sea swept rock. A frown fit his maw, while the golden orbs looked blankly out onto the coastline forged the barrier between he and the world he hoped to escape to. Anything was better then this constant solitude.
Hopelessness filled his lean body, something that he neither found pleasure from nor understood. The foreign feeling pushed him to the edge, filled his brain and made him start to question everything. The mission that he and his siblings had set out on, the reason they split, the man they sought. The lack of answers frustrated him so much so that he looked to the spring swept sea for answers.
The male was no contemplator; even the slightest complication that couldn’t be fixed with his bare hands sent his mind reeling. With no way to solve his never ending frustration he had gotten into yet another fight with a pack wolf. His knuckles had finally scabbed over, but the heavy salt laden air made them crack and sting. Flexing his hands Heath endured the pain, though he found it less pleasurable then usual.
Footpaws traveled over the slick rocks that made the beach. It was treacherous travel but the view was worth it. Eyes cast out into the open water, its waves crashing heavily and harshly just far enough away that he was spared the mist. The sandy grey coated male gave a snarl, his lip rolling over white fangs, and released the stone with a side arm throw.