It had been a while since the last time he had come to this spot. A spot that held a very fond memory to him as he went down by the beach. The tide was lowering and therefore revealing a lot more of the landscape. He had finished many things but he still felt like he wasn't complete yet. Agnar wanted more under his belt.
With an audible yawn that echoed off the cliffs Agnar then stretched, toes just tapping the water before he just plopped there in the sand. Water rushed by his paws and then receded. Low tide was nice at least for the fact he would actually have some sand. This was the place he had met that fine lioness. The lioness he had not seen again, not for a while. The dark pirate viking wondered what she was up to. Deimos had to have gotten a viking by now. He had at least had a few under his belt already. Though the last one was a bit more... interesting than the others.
The smallest of shivers ran down his spine at the thought. The way his father had looked at Sabia. The cold and almost lifeless stare that came from those silver eyes wasn't going to be something he'd forget any time soon.
His own eyes, one of dark orange and one of silver, caught some movement on the cliffs. A dark lioness was coming down and for a moment he thought of Deimos. That was absurd though, she wouldn't just be summoned here from a thought... right?
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