Cerulean Cape turn a d r o p of water into an o c e a n

Weetzie looked out over the ocean as he trotted along the beach, but he didn’t sense any storms out there like he did the last time he was here. The sea was calm and peaceful today, and that appealed to him. As much as watching the storm had temporarily satiated his curiosity, the gentle waves relaxed him, not that he would admit, even to himself, that the environment affected his emotional state.

Not wanting to get wet, he traveled along the dry sand just out reach of the waves until he noticed something else that roused his curiosity. From a distance, he saw a dark-colored wolf enter the water. As he approached, he noticed that the wolf appeared to be enjoying it, which he thought strange given that he had always preferred not get his fur wet, and he thought that was normal. (Surely his sister was the odd one rather than him.)

He stopped and, with his ears perked up and his head tilted in curiosity, he gazed out in the wolf’s direction, but he wasn’t exactly looking at the wolf. He was looking at the ocean beyond, wondering if there was an island out there, perhaps just out of sight, someplace that the wolf might be going. He could swim as well as any other, but he couldn’t imagine swimming just for pleasure.