Cerulean Cape along the shore

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"Ah," says the wolf, his muzzle bobbing in a slight nod. "So what do we think of the ocean then? Is it as good, or as bad as the stories?" He seats himself beside her, his blue eyes drifting across the tops of the waves and tracing the distant horizon. The ocean is not so novel to him, but nor is too familiar. He had only recently experienced it when he travelled away from home toward the western coastline.