Cerulean Cape Salt

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"Aye, that ye fuckin' did." Nyamh grumbled, rolling her eyes. "It's Neeve, ya uncultured brute. Not that hard." She wasn't really irritated, but her accent wasn't that strong. Either way, it rolled off her shoulders easier than the saltwater did; she was still sodden.

"I don' leave the coast if I can help it." The sequoias along the coast were definitely a sight to see, but for the time being, she had no desire to leave the beach. She had caught wind of the pack to the south, but had no desire to visit it - even if it did have one of the best views so nearby. Nyamh huffed, turning her orange eyes to the southwest, where the shoreline continued for some distance. "I'm goin' this way."