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He still did not quite believe that she was half as enthusiastic as he was about their view of the ocean side. Then again, it was not likely that she was as well immersed as he had been in the coast and the depths. Ever since he was young, Smokestep knew the dangers of the sea as well as the plenty that she afforded them. It was a rare occurrence to find someone who felt quite as passionately as he did about her rolling waters and the tempestuous nature.

“Aye, there are plenty of 'em if yer daring enough,” he answered her question with a nod of his head and a light flagging of his tail. “I'll show ye if ye like?” Some were safer than others, but he had found a good number of ways to traipse down to the shore without breaking every bone in his body.