Back on the coast to coast life
& You know I live for the hustle
Hellhound had a thing for waterfalls, or any bodies of water really. It could be that he grew up near the ocean, or it could be that he was a bit of a narcissist who liked looking at his reflection, it didn’t really matter. What did matter was that as the man made his way through the weirdly red rocks peaking through the snow he was distracted from his journey home. He had managed to come across red rock falls, not that he knew the name, and it had mesmerized him.
The smaller streams had frozen now, but the larger falls still churned along happily, and the cerulean pool seemed almost unreal against the snowy backdrop. This seemed like as good of a place as any to take a short break before starting the long way back to the beach. At least here he could take a peak or two into the water and see his reflection, only partially obscured by the light snow falling from the sky. He kind of liked it, it was like seeing himself surrounded by stars.
He had no idea there was a very good chance he was about to up amongst the stars forever.