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Brown paws slid into the white sand. Little pert nose lifted to the air, following a scent he was unsure of, but it smelled a bit like the meat his mother would give them, except well different.

He wasn't certain exactly what he was looking for, but as he made his way from the sandy beaches to a more meadowy area, the scent hit him full force. He had to stop and blink, as scents assaulted him all around, and he could feel thrumming beneath his paws. This was different.

This did not feel like the ocean, it felt, different. Teeming with life. He bent his nose to the ground sniffing, and followed the trail, little tail in the air, swaying to it's own beat. Golden eyes straight forward, oblivious to anything around him, except this scent.