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there's a low whistle in the air as tuna watches the sea with a curious gaze in those molten chocolate irises.

the ocean was something she had never truly seen before; tuna has only ever known the desert in her life, from her time in her whelping den to the moment she came across akashingo. the lowly fellahin felt a thrum of pride as she steps into the wet sand and feels how the tide washes over her, and her toes wiggle about as she grins to herself in a wolfy and lopsided manner. there is glee in her heart, pure joy at knowing she's come to seeing one of the rare gifts that life had to offer her.

today, at least in just this very moment, she wasn't a servant, a fellahin.

today, she was just tuna. and tuna celebrated her freedom by rolling around in the wet sand, cackling to herself in joy before suddenly darting around the water in a playbow, splashing the white foam with ease and sending the droplets into glittering cascades into the ocean's salty water, and doing her best to avoid the seaweed and kelp that tried to grasp ahold of her and make her skin crawl at the sensation.

all welcome! tuna's just bein a goon today and she could use some friendly interactions <3