He didn’t mean to trespass, well of course he did. He just didn’t know he was. The male had a course that was set, before he even knew where it would take him. Many time he let himself wander, just move without a direct course engraved in his brain, but this day was different. Having spent time in the city once again, Heath returned to the shore with nothing in mind, at first. She had never left his thoughts, not even when the bottle he stole was empty and the sleep that same deep and dreamless. The moment the scent of the ocean drew him in like a familiar friend, Heath understood where he was headed. The memory of the landscape was vivid in his mind and the keen male knew the shortest way to get to his destination, but for some reason he took the longer route. He walked the beach, the day a clear and bright one and thought of what he would say. Never had he been so nervous to meet someone for a second time, but she made him different and Heath liked what he became.
The land smelled different, but he hadn’t noticed the distinct mark of a claimed space until he was deep within it. Woken from his endless thoughts Heath looked around with new eyes. The ocean crashed along at his left, its proper place, and he could imagine the cabin through the forest just paces ahead. But there was a different air around this place, and Heath could only described it as owned. He had been on his own for some time, and visited may pack lands. Each time he had felt as if he was walking on earth that no longer belonged to nature. It confused him, how such a thing could happen in such a short time and what it meant for the woman that he sought. It made him oddly worried, but he pushed the feeling away and kept his gait one of ease as he strolled down the beach. He would have the answers soon, he was almost there.