Sea Lion Shores smite him with the edge of the sword

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and here it was! armand stood upon the sandy coast and stared with unabashed awe at the sea. it lapped upon itself and washed across his paws; he smelled the rich fish odor of the brine and breathed its scathingness into his lungs. here was the drink upon which many sailed and where many had died. armand blinked slowly, for before him the sea was churning into odd wolfish shapes, and he laughed to see them.
they urged him to run with them, and the boy's stride lengthened until he was leaping the length of the cold wet beach, head turned to gaze upon the sea. it lashed him with exciting fervency, kissing salt into the tangles of his unkempt fur, and armand shouted at the shapes with an exultant voice. a rock caught his paw and threw the boy down into a flurry of sand. he cried out and was still, quite shaken and spent of all remaining energy; armand breathed alone where he lay as the world about him churned into blue galaxies that sprinkled down salt upon his face.[/tr][/td][/table]