Reset. This. Sky. [claimz! maiiin!]

[Az n' Dezzy]

With the clouds thick for cover, Azrael trots along the outskirts of a lush forest. He swings his head to stare at it from time to time, blinking his sea water eyes lazily. There is no one here to challenge him for anything. This is good. He dislikes meaningless conflict as he much as he turns his nose up at the sight of thick ice and the thoughts of drowning beneath it. Here, he is safe from unknowns and agents of the Black Alliance.

He stops at the tip of a small penninsula, his tail wagging in the marine breeze. Glittering green ocean greets him and kisses his paws. Behind him, the sounds of approaching evening whistle from the trees. The open sky above is home to his loyal masses of clouds. The heavenly bodies convene above him gracefully.

'What do you think?' he asks them, turning his face upward. 'Shall I give this place a name?' Sun shines through the clouds onto the water, dancing in an array of color. Azrael pants happily and lays down in the sand.

'Then I'll call it Freedom Coast,' he chimes, causing the clouds to swirl away from the sun.