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her own fur begins to stick on end as Raleska present with shared alarm, but the fear only serves to focus her attention on the woman, on the instincts that tell her the ocean is wrong and the physical signs that show it, too. "I don't know," she answers, peering at the water around the dark form of the woman but remaining where she is. she swallows thickly as she considers the question, gaze flicking to any dark shapes, bits of motion on the waves. 

"maybe the ocean hurt them." the sea has not yet dealt the kind of damage that larger quakes would ensure, but the thought comes to mind all the same. it had swept her away, once, only to return her to the coast it what might have been an act of kindness or luck—clem didn't know entirely what she believed.