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He gained on her quickly and that only prompted her to push herself even more against the wet sand, the stick still clutched tightly between her jaws. With nothing by the coast of the sound out ahead of her, Echelon tried to eyeball some sort of exit strategy that was beyond just staying ahead of him. Her lungs burned with the salty air and the taste was enough to make her thirst in such a short while, but she persisted right on and along. This stick was now hers and she was going to make that clear. To what end, who knew; Echelon did not care.