The distant smell of sea spray made him quicken his pace, heartbeat beating faster than his paws against the ground. Posie felt nostalgia, a grin on his face as he raced up the rocky mountain side. He slipped occasionally in his anticipation, the gravel behind him rolling back down the slope.
When he finally reached the top, his eyes widened. Far in the horizon, beyond a forest before him, he spied the sea. The flutter of a chuckle escaped from his throat. It had been long since he had seen the ocean—soon to be a year now.
Too long, Posie decided quickly.
He took a step forward on unsteady ground, quickly regretting the action as the loose cobble below his paws cracked under his weight. With a gasp, he slipped down the hill. At first he managed to remain on his paws before he was set barreling, rolling for what felt like a minute. When he collided with the ground again, his shoulder ached and groaned. The first thing Posie noticed through his discomfort was the smooth rock below; cold and eerie, as though he had stepped into another biome. The wolf raised his head and looked around, surprised to find himself in a...bowl-like structure. A tide bowl, he realized with a gentle huff.
”The flowers have purposes, just as the trees, or you and I.
Sometimes, you have to listen to discover what that purpose is.”
~Posie~
Sometimes, you have to listen to discover what that purpose is.”
~Posie~
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