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with the sea roaring besides her, the sand beneath her, and her brother with her, for a moment sandpiper forgot their purpose and smiled - a rare and scant smile that faded quick as it surfaced. a splash besides her announced smokestep's cacophonic reunion with the ocean - bounding with strong strides sandpiper could not hope to match. she slowed and turned towards the briskly chopping waves, trailing in the seafoam after her brother.

she swam in circles, dipping her head under water occasionally - snorting and bubbling and drawing great amusement from the froth of bubbles that snarled to the surface each time she dived underwater. when she had spent enough energy the thin wolf turned towards the shore, adopting a slow walk just adjacent to the tide. ahead the river grew more and more apparent until the rush of fresh-water roiled under her feet. sandpiper stopped where the dark water met ocean and stilt marked the strange union of two foreign bodies of water. upstream she spotted the thin-legged form of a stork. further upstream she could hear the chatter of otters. curious to see if her brother was still with her, sandpiper turned her attention on him and silently seemed to ask 'what now?'