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Dijax had ventured north of the Spine to see for himself what the raven told him. The Pacific was all he had on his mind for days since his encounter with her. He knew time was ticking. He knew he had to take action. He would speak with Mordecai, soon.

As he approached the sandy shores, his heart beat quickened. It was not close to his home, but the vast ocean was shared by his island, and just the thought of... there had to be a leeway. Dijax's eyes searched over the choppy yet beautiful waters of the ocean. The air was saltier, and every inhalation he took, the more familiar it became.

Suddenly, a black figure jumped up next to the near shore. Dijax did not jump, for although he was a little startled, the sturdy thing stayed on his feet easily. The wolf that raised seemed to have woken up. Perhaps from a nightmare. "Hello," the Russian spoke. His accent was thinning out. "Have I woken you?," he asked, afraid he did so.