Ankyra Sound It's just that everything reminds me

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Tunerk had, in the beginning, avoided the foreign body of water that was the sea. It was loud and unsettling, and on certain days it sounded like thunder. But this was a significant part of the territory Rusalka lay claim to, and so the Northerner knew she would need to get to know it better. This day, she was not particularly driven to complete the task thoroughly. Still, it was a start.

She walked slowly across the sand, the stuff utterly different than the firm compact feeling of snow. Tunerk missed snow. I can like sand, she told herself, why not? It was just that she did not know it yet. And although she had told herself that, the feeling of it getting into the nooks and cranny of her paws was something Tunerk at present did not enjoy.

Lost in her thoughts as she was, she very nearly missed the figure that was slumped on a rock. Was he napping? Tunerk knew her brothers did not particularly enjoy being roused from their naps... but maybe he was awake, and maybe he would want to become her friend.