The Cave
Hannibal
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He stood perched on a large rock, looking over the water as it churned beneath him, watching as silvery fish danced through the shallow waves and skipped over the surface before plunging back under the water. His head cocked slightly as he watched, still full from a recent hunt but content instead to watch the fish as they slipped like small pieces of fabric through the tide.
He yawned, growing bored and rose, shaking his fur out before he slid from his perch, nose to the ground as he investigated the smaller pools along the shore. The small pools were alive with life; scallops, urchins, and crabs basked in the sun as the incoming tide filled their small worlds with lifegiving water. It was interesting, but he was growing tired of being alone, and bored without anything to do. He stooped to scratch at his ear then looked out at the sea, drinking in a breath of alkaline air with a deep sigh. He did love the ocean, as long as he could choose where to live he would always choose to be beside the sea, it was the one thing he couldn’t live without, yet so many packs chose to live far away from the unpredictable waves and hidden predators. He meanwhile lived for the uncertainty of what lay beneath the depths and greeted it as a challenge.
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