Who: Anyone out in the city
Where: The ruins
When: Day 256, late morning through afternoon
What: Finding his damn team
[You know what, it's been two days, one game, and a very, very creepy wooden replica of Scowl in Hydracula later, that a shark has had enough fucks. Yes, threshold has been far exceeded and he is giving no more of them as a general rule.
He skates through the rubble and fatty lizard ruined walls near one of the major grazing sites, approaching the old Hydra city, senses alert for either scent, faint as one might be.]