Cerulean Cape cor sagnant

Just beyond the river was a beautiful cape with crystalline blue waters and sunlight that made the waves glitter as they crashed into the shore. Out in the great depths, the water broke and a dolphin leapt skyward before landing back in the sea. From the sand, Swordfish watched the lazy pull of the waves on the shore, tracing the line where land met water until he fixed his gaze on the shape of another stranger.

The young wolf slowed, warily watching the woman who stood on the beach. There had been enough madness to last the boy. Lestan was a handful on his own. They did not need another sun-scorched loon to tote across the Teekons toward Swiftcurrent.

Swordfish chuffed, announcing himself to the unknown figure.