Ocean's Breath Plateau vraes dunar

anu assumed this male was a local, thus when blitzkrieg poised his snout in the direction of the ocean, a scoff of disbelief crowded anu’s features. did he think because anu was a foreigner, that he was a simpleton? the chela’s eyes narrowed, and he shook his head. nayet, he brought his paw to his mouth as if to drink. water, the ocean may be wet, but anu had learned it quenched not a drop of his fevered thirst.

twice now he was left in disbelief, now watching as blitzkrieg strung a series of unintelligible words his way, and then moved off. anu followed nobody in his life, and was loathe to follow behind the male like a serf, but perhaps blitzkrieg was leading him to the true water. nimbly the male gathered his limbs under him, and stepped in pace behind the ‘local’.