Paws left prints in the warm white sand as the large brute padded along on one his own patrols. As a mistwolf he was nataully a guardian. That was what they did, guard and guide. Handsome smart creatures who advise those aroudn them and give their lives for them. Storm was no exeption for this.

Stopping he lifted his head sensitive nose to the salty air as he took a breath sorting threw all the smells before troting on. A light pant given still he reached the clan's camp once more. He streached and shook his-self. Grey eyes looked aorund at the places before he went to one broken plam and leap up on it and layed down it was on his favortie places to relaxe.