A fond smile spread onto the lips of Sacre, who stared across the water that split the Dragons Throat from the rest of Helovia, a metal key between his teeth as a gentle breeze whipped up from the ocean, tugging at his wavy forelock that tangled around his bright red horn. With him, as ever, were two foxes who played amongst themselves, rolling across the dusty ground with tails flying in all directions. It left the red marked boy to his own thoughts as he flicked through memories of living in the Throat, from being guided across the water by Maren to crafting the very keys that activated the bridge so he and his once herd mates may come and go. If he wanted, he could activate it now and float across, but even if Sacre still had the key he couldn't do that anymore—he'd be trespassing. Honestly, the fox boy should've come much sooner to return his pass to the fiery land, but he hadn't and faltered in his responsibility during the stress of his first few days back in Helovia, yet still he had come back to do his final duty to his old home—give the house key back.

Gently, he placed it on the sandy beach a little ways away from the shoreline, what would he say if he accidentally lost it in the ocean? He'd probably cry as it sank into the unreachable depths of the deep blue sea, begging the Sun God not to smite him and curse his own luck, because it was something that would probably happen to Sacre. He could survive being captured, the wraiths, the rift battles... but something stupid would be his undoing; died falling off a cliff after tripping over his own feet... or something like that. 

The fox boy lifted his head and cast his gaze back across the ocean, waiting for somebody to notice him so he might complete his task of returning the key. There was always usually somebody hanging around or patrolling, the Throat borders were rarely left unwatched to Sacre's knowledge... well, most herd borders were rarely left unwatched. Resting a back foot, he wondered idly who would find him first whilst the late evening sun began to dip further down, relieving Sacre of its deadly heat that had had him clinging to the shade of trees the further south he got.