my old aches

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She felt his body jostle against her own, and the unspoken invitation sparked a competitive grin. You got it, her body exclaimed as she picked up speed, using her experience on sand to her advantage, but surprisingly, Kisu still beat her to the water. It had been too long since she had lived on the coast, she realized with a sinking feeling of regret, which she shook off just as quickly.

When her legs met the chill water, a shock of fear swept through her, but Jinx quickly reined it in. She was no longer a little girl with only Kerberos for company on the shore; she was an adult, her totem the porpoise, who had found purpose in the sea. She could no longer flee from the foam at its edge in terror that it would drag her under and drown her. She could no longer hear Kaskae's taunts that the dark ocean creatures would come up to eat her.

So, having collected her composure, the wolf surged toward her new pack mate, intent on bowling him over into the water in a good old-fashioned wrestling match, when she caught his disgruntled expression. Rumbling chuckles tumbled from her lips as she screwed her own face up, as if to say, tastes like ass, which truly she thought it did. The smell of the ocean and the taste of the ocean were nearly indistinguishable, yet Jinx loved the smell, and hated the taste almost as much as Kisu must. As she resumed her slow-motion charge through the shallows, she shot him an apologetic grin as though she were saying, it's the best way to clean out your mouth.