Cerulean Cape Sailor's Melody

What Val said and the way he smelled seemed to match well enough. Louis had no reason to doubt, least of all because the dark-furred stranger showed no similar investment in the strangeness of the sea.

Louis tilted his head, thoughtful. "A lot like the ocean, I suppose. But it feels different. For one, you can walk on it." A giggle. "It's flat land mostly, with little hills dotted around. There's mountains if you walk far enough, like islands. Sometimes the wind takes the flowers in spring and it looks like waves. There's streams that look like the tide going out and cut deep into the ground. And when the snow-rabbits spawn, they gather in a big fluffle, kinda like the fish do. And, well... you can drown in the snow, too, if you fall in too deep a drift."

His earlier idea about sand seemed especially foolish now, thinking on how easy it was to be swallowed by something so much lighter and more familiar.

A blink. "Only the sea, though?" It was exciting, but Louis felt it wouldn't have been quite as much so if it was all he'd ever known. Even the North sounded more fun, now, with things to compare it to. "You haven't ever wanted to see what else is out there?"

Without any further indication the approach was unwelcome, Louis made to close the remaining distance, intending a better nose-sniff of greeting, tail still high and wagging.