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Kalika watched curiously from a nearby fern as Whip made his way inland to the tall trees which thrived in the hidden paradise. She followed him, initially working to keep her presence a secret as she observed him. He seemed enamored with the secrets the treeline held, though Kalika wasn't sure as to why. It was strange to her to find someone with such a Sea dependant lifestyle wandering aimlessly through the woods, though it would be a lie to say that she didn't understand it.

She barked as she ran nearer to him, giving up her hiding spot. Whip, she greeting, her voice firm but her eyes glinting in the light.