Jackson had been trying to find some alone time for himself. Trying to take a break from the heavy drinking and night life. It was strange but... pleasant. (Especially after his friends brought it up.) So he decided to go for a walk early this morning.

It was a nice venture. And perhaps a bit of useful exercise. Maybe something to even start a routine of. But he felt less... tense. At least for the moment.

Jackson decided to take a brief break on a rock bank nearby. He climbed up a bit to sit comfortably with a good view of the water. But something peculiar caught his eye.

A patch of grey fur tucked away. Was it an injured animal? A dead one? Jackson couldn't quite describe what compelled him to move the rocks or even touch it.

But he picked the selkie pelt with gentle hands and a curious gaze nonetheless.