Cerulean Cape Sailor's Melody

a few seconds into their encounter and val came to the conclusion the digger was gregarious. his manner of thought did not follow a discernible order. val struggled to keep up, though at length he caught the irony of the name 'digging'. he might have grinned, but something in the burrower's mein stayed him.

val did not expect subservience - but he trusted a wolf who wore their intentions clearly. deciding he did not know enough of louis' intentions, val readied himself to move if the situation commanded it.

the sea is right there. val pointed dryly to the pounding surf behind louis. val had no love for the ocean, and even now found the proximity jarring -- what would possess a wolf that they would dig for it? if you dig too deep, the sand will collapse and you'll drown. he remembered his own forays as a puppy; while he'd been born with an intrinsic terror of the ocean, it had wrecked his day to learn when you dug in the sand, the ocean came for you. i'm val. are you from here?