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They didn't move at a very quick pace, but that was fine for him. Working the muscles would be good for the both of them. Although he wasn't going to try and venture along the slope again (as he had with Illidan), Firefly wanted to get his blood flowing and the only other option was to stroll along the beach.

He paused a few times so that Caiaphas could catch up to him, or he'd hurry along to match her in turn, but eventually they reached a ledge of exposed stone that bordered the full-sand beach. It was the last bit of not-quite-beach, where the tide couldn't reach and debris would pile up. Right now there was lots of seeweed, indicating the tide had gone out recently and left all sorts of things behind.

Firefly dipped his snout a few times but the scent of the fresh brine was too hard on his airway, so he huffed and gave up a moment later. As he looked away, his gaze caught upon the distant cliffs, and he glowered up at them — wishing he was healthy so that they could try to raid the cliff-wolves again.