Velen and Neltharion...

Velen and Neltharion...Mists clung heavily to the ground.  The damp air sent a chill up his spine, rattling the elementium plates as he shook it.  The beach looked gray, dreary.  His ears heard the sound of a seagull squawking above as it dove for its breakfast.  Damp grains of sand stuck to his ebony black paws.  The silence of the early hours broken every so now and then by the roaring crash of the waves from the sea.  He could hear the scratching of little red crabs as they buried themselves under sun-bleached, smooth rocks.  Neltharion paused and lifted a hollow, white piece of drift wood and tossed it towards the waves.  The wind picked up a silvery lock and blew it wetly against his snout.
The Aspect paused and peered around, his mind blank.  He could not remember just when he came to this beach, how he got here, nor could he quite remember where he was before the beach.
Though he welcomed the solitude.
Neltharion continued his wall, listening to the sounds

Decided to give a small preview of the next chapter because Velen is in it.

You know there is a deep relation between Neltharion and Velen.  I should do more short stories that show this.