Cerulean Cape lullabies of the lost

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In her seaside travels, she alternated between a jog and a canter. Oftentimes just when she began to settle into a faster pace, something caught her eye and she slowed to investigate further -- washed up sea-plants, fish bones, odd rocks, just to start -- rinse and repeat the more ground she covered, for the beach had a lot for her to take in. Eventually, she settled on a trot just at the edge of the waves.

Somewhere along the way, something perhaps more interesting than driftwood came into her sights. Slowly, the silvery silhouette adopted unexpected familiarity. Although, they were hardly even acquaintances. She didn't even know his name, but this mattered little as she drew herself steadily nearer. Even over the brine of the sea and the day's fading light, she knew it was the same wolf. This knowledge paired with the lightness of her mood kept her steps airy yet purposeful as she chuffed her greeting and slowly swayed her tail.

For a moment she had paused a stone's throw from him, but it was short-lived as she found stillness didn't suit her. She glided in closer and arced a loose arc around him, mischievous, almost, in her subtleties. Being so far from home and energized by the thrill of travel along the ocean's reach, it came naturally. "Long time no see," she smirked, dipping her muzzle at him then.

It seemed far too cliche to even say the obvious -- that she didn't quite expect to see him here, or how curious it was to see their paths cross again here in a place where neither of them exactly belonged. Her own purpose here was somewhat selfish, and she couldn't begin to hazard a guess as to why he had come to the shoreline.