Hoshor Plains en tu propio eje, y sin camiseta, te gusta dar vueltas como los planetas

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With his front legs stretching in front of him as if to grasp something above him Remi watched the seashell-shaped cloud ebb across the sky slowly, with no hurry, with no worries. Remi sighed loudly, as the image of the floating seashell woke a dusty and almost forgotten memory from the depths of the Ostrega's mind. In the image that began playing in his head, he was alone in the place that his life had fallen apart.
The place of the accident.

However, the scene that played next was set before it had occured.
It was the first time he had been there, when he had discovered the rocks that with the crash of the waves looked like small pedestals covered in foam. For some reason he had found this amusing, and, all alone, had ventured towards them and managed to climb up one when the tide wasn't high. Perched atop of the rock the first thing that had come to mind was 'wait until i bring tango, karma, dharma and rilke out here!'.

That was before something else caught his attention, in the water surrounding him, crystal clear as his eyes, there was something pink that hypnothized him inmediately. After a short minute of planning, Remi had dived into the water, his gaping mouth reaching for the object that had lured him into the water.

a seashell. 

The one that had started Rilke's prized collection. 

Suddenly, a sound brought him from the depths of his own thoughts.
The cloud had morphed into something else, a shapeless blob, and before him, a pretty she-wolf with eyes the color of the sun stood in silent vigil.

"hey" he greeted her ,rolling on his back to lay his stomach once more flat against the ground.