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Coelacanth nodded, one feathered paw outstretching delicately to point due north. “Undersea,” she whispered. “Across water.” It didn’t sound like her butterscotch-and-cream friend was ready to fully settle down, but she tacked on a gentle, “Niamh ever welcome,” just in case. She leaned over to nibble affectionately at the younger wolf’s cheek, her tail stirring up a miniature sandstorm behind her. “Want show where?” She figured she could at least show her where the sandbar was, just in case the leggy blonde ever did want to pay a visit.