Running to the beach

Thorn had just left the castle walls, his gaze looking about, deciding what he’d do with himself for the day.  The blue pup carried a stick sword in his mouth, occasionally swinging it around merrily. Turning towards the coastline he started walking the boundary line of the castle.  The beach was pretty cool, it hid all manner of things under the sand.  The sand was also fun to run on, it left pawprints to show where he’d been in the dry areas, or in the water he got to kick up the water and feel the way it ran over his paws when the surf came in.

There wasn’t much wind today so that should mean the waves wouldn’t be too strong today.  He still couldn’t go out that deep.  If the waves really were calm though it shouldn’t be too bad to go a step or two deeper though, right?  At least by staying on the packland turf mom and dad’s animals wouldn’t be watching his every step.  It was good they watched over him when he went deeper down the beach that one time but geez, they didn’t trust him at all around the water.

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