Ankyra Sound digital bath

After touching base with the Rise, the Redtail ranges once more, toward the coast this time. 

He battles against the ocean breeze, which whips and tousles his dark fur as he walks. Soon, the trees fall behind him and he sees the endless blue of the ocean for the first time. A sight to behold.

Mulherin reaches the shore at last and finds that the land abruptly ended ahead. He is left standing along the edge of a stony cliff. The boy recklessly stares over the edge and into the waves below. The water is restless, churning with such a power that was unfathomable. He lingers there in quiet observation, then decides to descend the cliffs in favor of the beach sprawling before him. His forest-worn paws are soon warmed by the sands as he pads along.

The Berserkr feels strangely exposed here. There were no shadows to blend into, no undergrowth to disappear into. He stood out like a sore thumb and his senses were overwhelmed—the roar of the waves in his ears, the pungent scent of the ocean in his nostrils, all of it was nothing like he'd ever experienced before.

He sniffs further at the salty, frothy water, even venturing to take a lick. The water is putridly salty. It hits him like a slap to the face and sends him reeling, spitting and coughing to get it out of his mouth immediately. With an indignant snort and lash of his tail, he brushes off the mistake and walks off along the waterside.

Mulherin begins to wonder why the sea chose this spot to stop instead of invading further. 

He also wonders how strong the current may be. 

The boy wades in to test this. He stands amid the waves lapping at his forelegs. Idly, he contemplates about wading in even deeper.