Jiro | M | SaltWater Pack | Beta | Mentions: None

Jiro swam through the ocean, hanging just below the surface, enjoying the sensation of cutting through the open water. He passed a few schools of ocean fish, but they paled in comparison to the one in his jaws. A decent distance from land, just enough to where the shore is obscured on anything but a perfectly bright and sunny day, he began to reach a small island, if it could even be called that. Much smaller than the islands north of the mainland where the dragon wolves called home and surrounded by coral, this island was made of rock and sand, housing a few small dens that often flooded when the tides got bad. Not that they minded. They were Ocean Wolves, after all.

As Jiro climbed on to the land, a small look of disdained crossed his face but quickly vanished as he continued carrying the fish to their food stores, dropping it among a few other sea creatures. It wasn't like they really needed it. The pack's numbers had dwindled significantly since the start of the war. But he was sure none of their food would go to waste. If no one in the pack ate it, it would be left to the sea which was always full of hungry creatures.

Taking a quick glance around camp, he noticed no one else was there. Not unusual. Shrugging, he slipped into the water again, returning to the mainland. He loved the ocean, but freshwater was only readily found on the mainland. While he could theoretically forego the trip and rely on his gills for water, a good drink was far more satisfying.

As he approached the southern beach, Jiro half-surfaced, taking a peek above the water. Seeing nothing but clear skies, he made his way onto shore by the river delta. There, he drank some of the freshwater that flowed from Flower Lake. It was probably a fascinating sight. Not that he'd been there, of course. It was the lake on the border of the Sakura and Mountain Cliff packs and too far inland for a Salt Water wolf to go ever since the war begun. Still, a great body of water in the middle of an island. Maybe he was hyping it up in his mind too much, but then again, he found most all water intriguing.

Jiro worked his way inland, staying on the riverbank. Drawing near the northern border, he kept his eyes and ears sharp, especially for aerial threats. Since the deer wolves were flightless, they didn't pose as much of a threat as the bird wolves, but he was wary of fighting them on land, though he wasn't looking for a fight.