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At her shoulder came a small but assured voice; Raleska peered down, surprised by Clementine's sudden appearance. Her brow furrowed -- what did the girl mean, 'the ocean was wrong'?

Even more ominous than that, 'it wants to hurt us'?

The pragmatist in Raleska wanted to caution the girl that the ocean was always capable of hurting them, but then she looked to the shore and she saw what Clementine meant. She heard it too; the throaty grind of stormy shore against sand and stone -- just as ominous as the earthen voice she had heard deep in the Grotto's depths.

"Where is everyone?" Raleska blurted, instinctively standing in front of Clementine as if by shielding her from the ocean she could somehow protect her; belatedly she was aware of how ridiculous that was, but Raleska didn't care. Her fur was at ends with alarm, and she suddenly didn't know who she could turn to.