A nice nap often cleared Mojave's mind of any fog; a little rest went a long way for him, restoring his energy and reigniting his motivation to take on the day. Those months of tracking that beast had made him value every minute he could get to relax and break away from the constant stresses present in his life.

As far as Mojave knew, the nap he'd just recently awoken from shouldn't have been any different- yet, instead of seeing the world through a new, clearer lens, Mojave felt more confused than he'd ever been.

Perhaps it had been the drastic changes in his life; he'd rejected what he'd seen as his life's purpose not too long ago. Ever since then he'd wander down to the beach, occasionally looking out at the water. He no longer came here to stalk what remained of the infected, yet he always felt as though he was searching for something when his eyes trailed over the sand and the sea. (In truth, he knew exactly what he was searching for, but it was far easier to deny it than to come to terms with it. After all, he had no clue if he'd see that strange swimmer ever again... but he didn't stop hoping)

Today, however, this was not the beach he knew. His eyes had opened to a very different sight than the one he remembered oh-so-well, and his body shivered in the cold. His saving grace was the extra layers of fur that'd grown in during his time on the island, which was certainly a place far colder than his home.
Truly, this was not that island; snow draped itself over every surface, the air nipped at his bones, and a strange smell mixed with the salty air- one that his nose couldn't quite recognize. He glanced back, looking at the land around him; not a single rock stood where he remembered, not a single feature was the same. Was he losing his mind? Could this be a dream of some sort? Mojave felt more disoriented than ever before, saved from panicking only by the steady pace of his shaky breaths. He'd come here to mope, not to freeze!
A sound caught his attention now, head flicking towards it. Something emerging from the water, and as his eyes fell upon this something, Mojave found the first (and only) thing familiar to him; Rancor. A surge of energy rushed through him, just for a moment. Could it really be? No, this must be some sort of dream. Though come to think of it, he'd felt something strange when getting up from his nap, when he'd been walking towards the beach- he hadn't been looking where he was going, in all honesty, tracing the path by memory until he felt the air grow chilly.

Mojave padded a few steps forward, stopping a short distance away from Rancor. Is that... are you...? A shiver cut off his wondering. Where WERE they? He'd have to ask Rancor if he knew what was going on- oh, if he weren't so damn cold, he'd be bounding over!
Instead, Mojave stood there, voice faltering off. His eyes broke away from the smaller male's, looking around. I didn't think it would snow so much while I was asleep... he murmured to himself, not yet willing to accept he was no longer standing on that beach he'd known for years.