Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

Hush returned the bump, chuffing softly as he did. But he moved away swiftly as he felt the need to shake off his dripping pelt - he had never known water to be so heavy, or so cold. With his pelt properly fluffed up, his husky traits coming into play, he sat (he would much rather lay down but he feared getting sand on his stomach) close to his running mate. The boy spoke of not seeing the sea before, to which Hush let out a agreeing cough. He had figured the sea to be a large lake - which it was - but at least thought there would be an end to it somewhere. Staring west, he saw none, and it marveled him. What could lie at the other shore of this grand lake?