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Thistle had strayed from her borders yet again, her restless paws taking her on a journey that only they knew. She would occasionally drop her head to sniff at the crabs that crawled sideways at her feet, with their multicolored shells and their beady little eyes. She would shift away some seaweed to check underneath it for any baubles or trinkets she could take back to her children, or her sister wife. After all Nerian deserved pretty things too, especially when Thistle could be less than pretty to her at times.

Small petite paws left tiny foot prints in the sand, that the water quickly, and greedily swallowed up as it came in from it's wake. The water touched her paws, leaving the very tips of her paws and legs damp and sandy. Blue eyes of the deepest azure were wide open and taking in the world around her. Fall was coming, but it was not here yet.

Lifting her nose to the air she sniffed, smelling another nearby she stopped moving to look around. Her eyes came upon a young male coming across the water divide. She chuffed to let him know she was there, and then she waited wary, for fear she may have to run and run she would.