Vahvuus orbs out of him at once, standing just out of sight of where the people might walk, and inhales the sea breeze, eyes closing as he takes it all in. It's not the greatest scent ever - the port smells fishy and disjointed, full of intermingling foods from all over the world, some of which clash poorly, and the air is more sick than usual with malevolence because of so many humans around. Even with all of that, it's almost heavenly. The feel of water and salt all around him is endless, filling the air, soaked into the dock, the ships, the stalls, even the humans themselves. It's so refreshing.

He sits himself down on the edge of the dock, feet dangling towards the water. He could get used to this. It's a shame they don't stay in one place very long. "So lively..."