Cerulean Cape Sailor's Melody

louis' mild answer perplexed the man; of what use was digging for the sea? he was too literal to understand the gem that was louis' sparkling curiosity -- may it guide him on many cheery adventures.

he looked to the ocean, digesting the snapshot of louis' life he'd just learned. the north was a cold region, that much val's travels had told him -- and he had never heard of wolves hailing from northern seas. if there was an ocean past those impossibly fanged mountains, val never knew it.

he stayed his ground, though he noticed louis approach. it's all i've known. his tone didn't quite betray his lack of love for the ocean -- at least not yet. perhaps the novelty of the ocean and louis' freshfaced naivette of it was what drew him to dig small mounds in the dark sand. what is the north like?