Horizon Ridge whatever pain may come

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Drawn so illustriously into his own swimming thoughts as he enjoyed the surge and recede of the ocean's waves around his svelte body as he dared to go further, he was not initially aware of his company. Her scent was cloaked by the salt brine that sprayed against his face, overwhelming his flared, leathery black nostrils until the sea was all that he could smell. Hemingway would have gone further still, fully submerged himself though this was met with trepidation. The waters were still cool as was the temperatures of the air, despite that Spring was upon these Wilds now. Shaggy moss brown and slate fur was curling where it dripped droplets of saltwater as the Soothsayer ventured back towards the shore line, ready to let the sunlight dry out his fur, now drenched in the salt of the sea. He had paced to the edge of the sea's reach and gave his coat a furious shake, left ear flicking back ever so slightly at the sloshing sound of another's body pushing through the water.

In a split moment Hemingway had become acutely aware of the other's presence even before violet eyes found her form — easily discernible — stark white against the warm tans and stormy green of the sea. Moments passed and the Innisfree was content with spending a few moments, in which he assumed his presence was unknown to her, assessing her. This did not last, however, and taking a dauntless, ghosting step forward his lips parted and he let out a soft chuff, carrying upon the distance so that it would reach her even over the cry of the gulls and the gentle roar of the sea.