If Oakley had awaken to a completely new world he would have never known it. Since he had left his home pack and with it, the pennisula of Torbine, he had only been met with lands unknown. People and cultures he had never met or understood. The world was a vast one and very quickly he came to realize he knew very little of it. As it were, this day he woke into a completely different realm. Time and space between where he once once had walked endlessly stretched. Still, he woke up ready to greet the day with whatever it might throw at him.

Tawny limbs stretched out over the soft loam of rich land, straddling where the white sands of the beach met soil of the mire. He lifted himself up with a lean back and rolled out tongue with a wide yawn. Scents of the murky mire behind him and salty winds from the beach ahead mingled to greet him.

Following the sound of the tide, he would pause to wriggle toes on pale white beachside. Eyes of earth and sea scanning vast, open ocean. Then, down the beach, he would spot a young woman. A little sprite of a lady, with a molted coat made of blue-grqy sea rock and white foam. His tail waves low behind him and he takes a few paces into her direction and calls out (though hopefully not too loud to startle), Hello there!