mist has clouded the cliffs since before the sun had even risen, and with the morning waning towards afternoon, it showed no signs of clearing up. still, rainwater mixes with the salty sea brine the breeze off of the sea carries; mingling into a salty mix that lingers upon rhaegal's tongue as he makes his way across the damp sands.
the sea froths and foams, waves reaching towards his paws; greedily. seeking.
but he stays out of it's reach, careening up the soft sand dunes and then back down when the waves recede: his destination the borders at the other side of the territory to begin his patrol.
the sea froths and foams, waves reaching towards his paws; greedily. seeking.
but he stays out of it's reach, careening up the soft sand dunes and then back down when the waves recede: his destination the borders at the other side of the territory to begin his patrol.
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