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after leaving Donnelaith, Casmir headed up the coast with a wandering gait. he only wanted to gaze at the ocean, and breathe the salt air — he devoted long moments to cantering along the cliffs and doing just that, with a heart overjoyed by his return, even if it was temporary. the frost blanketing the grass crunched satisfactorily beneath his paws and his breath rose in a pale feathering of steam. soon enough, he headed down into the more level lands and set about hunting.
movement caught his eye and Cas' gilded eyes swept down upon it. a leggy wolf soon came into his vision, and Casmir wildly decided he was down for some company. he trotted toward the creature with a low chuff, but soon the boy realized he knew the gait, the pride of Emaleth's form.
"Em!" Casmir exclaimed, his features splitting into a wide grin. "i've missed you."[/tr][/td][/table]