It wasn't very often Agent Savage was afforded a free day. But when he was, few mammals knew where to find him. Agent Skye knew, but as she both loved and respected him very deeply, she kept quiet. She knew as a precaution and the occasional visit. This spot, however, was Jack's sanctuary.
The striped rabbit buck sat on a rock sticking out of the sea, a row of them leading up to his spot. Clear blue ocean in front of him, craggy cliffs behind, lined on their tops with a hint of green. Gulls cried out in the background and all Agent Savage did was sit and be. Sometimes the sun would break from the clouds and illuminate the beautiful scene in front of him.
Sitting there, with the cold breeze in his fur, the mist of the waves on his face, and the view in his eyes. He felt more grounded in who he was outside of his work. And more at peace. The addition of the warmth from his mate only endeared it more to him.
Here he was one with nature.