Felltree Marsh Aholehole

The boy had never heard such a question. He blinked slow, a crease forming in between them. The young wolf’s mouth curled downward in a thoughtful smile. She smelled real enough to dispel his thoughts of ghosts and false images. Swordfish had never met someone who didn’t know the sea. His life had been spent beside the scent of brine and salt.

Drawing his tongue across his whiskers, the young seafarer glanced over his shoulder. He wasn’t sure why. It felt strange to stand in the dark and speak to someone he’d never met. It felt stranger still that he might tell her about the coast and its benefits. Questions stirred inside him. He didn’t ask them. The masked figure had inquired first, after all.

Ah… it’s er- da big water. Waves crashin on the beach, lotsa sand, fish’n seaweed.

The frown slipped away and was replaced with a curious smirk.

Where ya from? If ya don’t know the coast…