Tongue lolled from Atton's maw as his paws hit sand, waves lapping hungrily at his heels while he dragged himself up onto the shore.

Heavy pants tore from his lungs, salty sea water dribbling from his curly fur. Soggy paws brought him further up the beach, at least away from the hungry sea. Another huff and the prince shook his coat free of water, tail curling up leisurely at the base of his spine with a rogue grin. The trees were much the same, high arching palms heavy with coconuts and birds. Their soft chirps reminded him of his own back home, a small ache in his chest that he had to leave them.

Eyes searched for his brothers, nostrils flaring as he looked out to sea to find their bodies, hopefully that would have been right on his tail. The thrill of excitement lined his belly, uncharted maps and territory that was all theirs for the taking. They would exercise caution, of course. The siblings were close, and Atton would rather help than hinder his kin.

Atton greeted his siblings with affectionate nuzzles and playful nips when they arrived, taking a moment for a breather before going again. They had swam a long way, but the sea bred into their blood and bones. They would not submit to her. ”Ye want food or shall we get some shelter?” The prince asked, belly rumbling for breakfast yet his gaze remained on the blackening sky in the distance.