After being in Duskorna for nearly two weeks, Loch had established a home for himself. He had found an excellent place to shelter, met some new faces, and became familiar with the parts of the territory surrounding the Silver Lake. He had made his den by a delta where fresh river water flowed from the mountains to the north. Though he had to swim against the current, Loch was determined to find where the river lead. He’d follow them east until coming to a bend that reared south, out of Duskornas’ territory. As far as he was aware, the enemy kingdom Verdantis was far west of where he was, which meant he was safe to explore where the river went. It had to, at some point, dump into the ocean.
Luckily for him, he was now swimming with the current, which made his travel time much faster. It wasn’t that much further until it led into a cove. The crystal blue waters sparkled in the sunshine, and the refreshing saltwater breeze filled his lungs. Looking at his surroundings, he spotted many tide pools. This looked like an excellent place to look for crustaceans, but he was more inclined to head out to deeper waters. The beach was littered with bits of shells that looked uncomfortable for his paw pads anyway.
The feeling of the ocean waves splashing against his fins was euphoric. For a moment, he questioned why he had left the sea in the first place. Sure, he wanted a fresh start, but the sea was vast enough that he could have done so elsewhere. He supposed he needed a change, though, and he had been growing quite comfortable with the lake. If he needed the ocean, he could always revisit this place. It was a bit of a swim, but it wasn’t so far away that he couldn’t return if he wanted to.
Soon, the canid would find himself surrounded by saltwater. He would propel himself deep beneath the surface with a flap of his fins. Sunlight tickled in abstract shapes that danced with the shadows of the depths. Above him, he could see the rippling surface. A school of fish were hovered together, frantic as if spooked by something. It wasn’t Loch, however, that they were afraid of. His attention turned to another creature splashing in the waves—a seal.
Loch and the small band he had lived with would often hunt seals. This was a relatively small one, and he wondered if he could take it down on his own. From below, the canid would propel himself upwards at full speed, herding the seal toward the shoreline where it would be easier to take down. Attempting to overpower the smaller animal, Loch aimed to bite at it from below.
---- Roll for strength
If success: Loch successfully grabs the seal, killing it and hauling it onto the shore.
If fail: The seal is able to avoid Loch and get away, but there is a lot of splashing and commotion in the water that can be seen from the shoreline.
Luckily for him, he was now swimming with the current, which made his travel time much faster. It wasn’t that much further until it led into a cove. The crystal blue waters sparkled in the sunshine, and the refreshing saltwater breeze filled his lungs. Looking at his surroundings, he spotted many tide pools. This looked like an excellent place to look for crustaceans, but he was more inclined to head out to deeper waters. The beach was littered with bits of shells that looked uncomfortable for his paw pads anyway.
The feeling of the ocean waves splashing against his fins was euphoric. For a moment, he questioned why he had left the sea in the first place. Sure, he wanted a fresh start, but the sea was vast enough that he could have done so elsewhere. He supposed he needed a change, though, and he had been growing quite comfortable with the lake. If he needed the ocean, he could always revisit this place. It was a bit of a swim, but it wasn’t so far away that he couldn’t return if he wanted to.
Soon, the canid would find himself surrounded by saltwater. He would propel himself deep beneath the surface with a flap of his fins. Sunlight tickled in abstract shapes that danced with the shadows of the depths. Above him, he could see the rippling surface. A school of fish were hovered together, frantic as if spooked by something. It wasn’t Loch, however, that they were afraid of. His attention turned to another creature splashing in the waves—a seal.
Loch and the small band he had lived with would often hunt seals. This was a relatively small one, and he wondered if he could take it down on his own. From below, the canid would propel himself upwards at full speed, herding the seal toward the shoreline where it would be easier to take down. Attempting to overpower the smaller animal, Loch aimed to bite at it from below.
---- Roll for strength
If success: Loch successfully grabs the seal, killing it and hauling it onto the shore.
If fail: The seal is able to avoid Loch and get away, but there is a lot of splashing and commotion in the water that can be seen from the shoreline.
