Cassiopeia's View you can dip your feet once in a little while

He had expected his time with Gnarled Oaks to be longer. But perhaps it was for the best. There was much of that land he hadn't visited, and so felt no attachment. He thought briefly of Liana, who'd woven interesting stories for him, and felt the brief pang of longing. She had been... nice. Ah, well. 

So it goes. 

Predictably, the beast had been drawn to the mountains. Where he found himself felt strangely familiar. From the shelf he could watch the sea. Unlike the place in his memory, the sea was distant from him now. A big, blue thing, strong. He liked it, and its presence felt to him a good omen. There would be another pack. He would make another home. In the meantime, he could enjoy the view.

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