Duncan

The boat rocked slowly from side to side as Duncan leaned over the edge, staring down into the harbor's waters below. It gleamed; slapped against the side of the ship with a resounding SMACK, and splashed him in the face. Duncan sighed, wiped seawater from his white snout, and looked out towards the city. The ship had been anchored for almost an hour already, and Ynnis gleamed in the distance, white limestone towering into the sky.

Duncan shivered, tucked his tail around one of his legs, arms wrapped around his body. The city was intimidating, that was for sure - but he was here for a purpose, a mission. Ynnis was a land of opportunity, and as the captain began issuing orders to disembark, Duncan could almost smell the opportunity on the wind.

______________

He stood on the outskirts of the city, just leaving the docks. Duncan glanced over his shoulder one last time at the ship that carried him on his voyage; this would be the last time he would ever see it, that he knew. He filled his lungs with the last scent of sea air, and headed into the city proper. On his walk through, markets started to fill every nook and cranny in and between the buildings, hawkers calling for his attention and for his money. He clutched his small bag close to his side - he hadn't heard anything about Ynnis being dangerous with pick-pockets, but it was better to be cautious as he made his way to the kennels.

_______________

Yes; the kennels, Duncan could smell it on the wind. His paws carried him forward, the reason why he came here. Over the hill was a large pasture, fenced in, where many, many dogs played and trained. Duncan had come to Ynnis to adopt some of these dogs, give them a home, give them a purpose. Shouldering his pack once again and readjusting it on his back, he walked further, closer to his future.