Shale crumbled beneath Beppe's paws as he walked across a strip of exposed rock, aiming for the snow-spotted grass on the other side. Unable to sleep the previous night, he had set his paws to the ground and started to walk along the shoreline. Like the place that he had been calling home, these southern shores were dotted with grandiose human houses, looming like hunchbacked monsters over the ocean.
As the sun started to rise, the wolf turned around, looping through a strange little fishing town, and started to head back to his home. His son would surely be waiting for him there, likely still sleeping on the bed they shared. Beppe didn't like leaving him, but he could think of little else to do. Walking was how he found solace.
As he left the village he could make out another figure, with a coat that was also as dark as the night sky. While previously he might of avoided interaction with anyone else, Beppe was starting to find that company was a good distraction from anxious thoughts. He trotted towards the other wolf, almost perpendicularly across the rocky hills, and slowed as he got closer. Once he was a few paces away, he sat down rather noisily, hoping he wouldn't have to make any further action for the blue-eyed wolf to notice him. He was not one to raise his voice unnecessarily.