my old aches

When Jinx had bumped him, he felt himself blush; he was not used to contact with other wolves in the physical way. He carried the bark in his mouth the same way she did, wondering what sea-water tasted like; he had lived by Terrapie lake and its vastness, but never the sea.

As they reached the sand, Kisu dropped the pieces of tree to the floor and bumped Jinx playfully, as to say race you there! He took off, knowing that agility was a strength of his. The grey wolf noted the sand falling away from his feet, and that it made it harder for him to run. The male then dove into the white and blue cushion, yelping at the cold, unexpected rush of water. He gagged on the salty sea as he cleaned his mouth, making a perplexed and disgusted face at Jinx.