Amendments and War

No Time to Eat
Sparks crackled over the surface of the sea as Maurier Harlan ran across it, utilizing the base form of his Tonbokiri to do so. He took in another deep sniff, honing down on the scent of his friend. The half-mink took a sharp turn, creating a wave of water that eventually crashed back down into its home.

Then he saw it. A massive island with lush vegetation. Harlan noted how much closer the scent got with every step he took towards the island. The boy ran onto the shore, taking a sudden halt. The sparks from his Tonbokiri turned the surrounding sand around him to glass, and he dispelled the form.

Harlan looked at the flowers he had been running with. They were in dismay, but still looked somewhat decent. The box of chocolates had been kind of crushed, but the chocolate would still be edible. Hopefully it'd serve as a sufficient apology gift. Harlan didn't often feel remorse, yet in this situation he did.

He looked around the island. "YO!" he yelled. "TONTO!!!"