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Hush made a soft chuff-bark, shaking his head, silently suggesting against it. He had never seen the sea before, but the tales he had heard suggested that going far into the waters was not a good idea. It seemed - it was- nearly endless. Staring west, there was no land in sight to rest on if you got tired. No wolf was that good of a swimmer. Unless they were part fish.

His stomach grumbled as a response, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of eating some seafood. He wondered if the salt of the sea seeped into the fish that lived here - there were fish right? Or was it some other kind of water creature? Were there ducks too? - and changed the taste. Would it taste better? Ugh, he had so many questions that he had the inability to ask. All he could do was follow his companion and assist him in the search for seafood.