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The sea at last—it was close. She couldn't see it yet, but she heard the distant crash of waves upon the rocks, and remembered the sound from what seemed like an eon ago. 

What distracted her from the path ahead was a much closer clatter, and she whipped around to find the two behemoths in battle. . .and a dark wolf nearby.

The pale girl crept quietly closer, trying to minimize her footfall on the fresh snow, giving the barest of chuffs to let him know she was coming.

Lanky Blueberry pulled up beside him, a silent wraith, deep indigo gaze fixed firmly on the the melee. What're they doing? she asked sotto voce, words slipping from the corner of her mouth.