Gilded Bay and all your money won't another minute buy

he turned at the sound of pawsteps and gave a polite nod to the stranger, smiling as she spoke. 'fellow traveler'—he liked that. it spoke to the wanderlust in him, untamed despite the years.

good day, aditya replied, then shrugged. i would be so lucky for the ocean to speak to me. no, i am just. . .reminiscing. thinking about times gone by.

he'd gotten used to categorizing wolves as young enough to be his child; now, he was slowly getting accustomed to thinking of them young enough to be his grandchild. age was a funny thing, he thought, but not altogether unpleasant.

he had lived long enough to see those distinctions; that was something, right?

and what brings you to the sea? adi asked her, looking a bit wry. its secrets, or something else?