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Now that he felt somewhat familiarized with his new home, Kennedy had decided to take a trip to the coast. He had always liked the saltwater and sand, even though he knew the dangers of swimming too far out. Still, he wasn't a completely old fogie, and he did enjoy a good splash now and again, so he headed out west and north from Horizon Ridge toward the ocean's sandy shores. His feet took his large form swiftly along the way, and even though the drizzle made him blink far more than he would have liked, he actually felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. The fact that his brother was not here was certainly part of that, but it probably had more to do with him not thinking about his brother nearly as much as he used to. No longer was he competing with somebody; now he was just living for himself.

Slowing at the riverbank, Kennedy stepped carefully on some stones that created this bend in the stream. He lowered his head and began to drink the fresh mountain water, knowing that it would be better to get his fill now rather than wait until he got to the coast. Drinking salt water was a good way to get one's self killed, and Kennedy had no intention of doing that anytime soon.