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Water is not new to Trae.

To be honest, he’s quite the swimmer, and fisher. Well-at least he survived off of fish and shellfish for a good chunk of his wandering life.

ALL that being said all that being a simple two sentences but he isn’t counting.. Water isn’t new. But sea-ocean is.

Trae stands. Paws being washed, back and forth in salty foaming water, eyes a bit unfocused as he takes it all, completely in. Open, free. Waters. Do dogs-do coyotes normally long for this-for water? He could not tell you. He feels like both, like neither. No real connection to what he is fully, dog and coyote. But still-anyway-a calm is washed over him like the waves and bits of seaweed and small microscopic fish wash over his claws. In and out he breaths. Rest.

But he hears the splashing yards away.

He should-yes of course he needs to be more cautious. But he isn’t. He never is. Hence the scars. But yes, he wanders loud and obvious to the noise-to spot someone. A coyote- enjoying herself, splashing in the waves like he was standing in them. His head cocks.. Eyes curious as a silent watcher.

After a bit, maybe afraid he’d seem…well. Unsettling simply watching. He finally calls out.

“A-A, hello. Hello there…You’re the first I’ve come across on this coast. At least the first I’ve come across that doesn’t give off the ‘I’ll rip you apart if you come near me’ sort of energy…You from here?”