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"Wooaaahhh, yo what the fuck." A dark wolf made her way up the coast, a grin could be spotted as she showed her pearly whites. Bright, orange eyes shined in wonder as she looked over yonder. The area was covered in emerald, swaying grass, her white and black feet could not be seen in the mixture. Norsamu took in a deep breathe, admiring the treasure that had been spotted. She took in the wide sky that started to fade to orange, such a glorious pearl slowly made it's way under the sea line. She had walked up a steep area, not realizing a glorious scene would be ahead.

Without an air of wariness of cautious, Norsamu trotted over to the edge, peering straight down to the endless drop. Sharp, jagged rocks laid at the bottom with various gulls flying around it, occasionally perching onto the rocks. She could see them fly above her and caw, but paid no attention to their squabling, "wonderous," the maned wolf muttered. Sometimes even the scenary can be a treasure.