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Ears fan back against the crown of his skull as the water laps around him, a large forming wave lifting him temporarily off the sandbar before it passes and his paws find purchase against the rise once more. Axolotl knows he cannot stay in the water forever but — and not for the first time! — he wishes he could simply sprout gills and scales and become apart of Atlan’s domain like the beastie he is named for. The water is clear even as far out as he is and he shifts to side step a wad of seaweed that drifts past him, threatening to entangle his legs. There is movement out of the corner his eye and his head snaps up towards the beach where he sees a pale streak take off for the tree-line, spooked (he believed). Against the warm tan color of the sand the stranger stands out in contrast as they disappear into the shadows. The figure does not make a reappearance though Axolotl’s glacial gaze remains trained upon the place the pale creature dove behind. As her presence or lack thereof does not really concern him at all he brushes it off, assuming that the mysterious figure has moved on. He pushes off of the sandbar, swimming back to the shore where he splashes out of the sea’s depths and gives his varying coffee colored pelage a hearty shake to dispel the saltwater though he knows the salt will crust his fur over regardless. He continues a forth until he is clear of the greedy tide’s reaching edges and gives his coat a second shake, alerted by the pale figure’s presence and the uncertainty if they lingered or had been entirely chased away.

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