Island Hopper

Mmmm, an island off the North-East shore of Boreas was a tantalising spot for an explorer. The thin sand bar creeped slowly into existence before her as the tide retreated. It beckoned her with tiny little laps of the ocean, like a sirens call of watery fingers. Who was she to say no?

She sauntered easily along the thin branch of sand, the ocean wind and waves had taken away the scents of any that had gone before her. In this moment, she could imagine it as unexplored lands, beckoning her onwards.

As she finished her crossing, and touched her nose to the wind, she scented rain water. Was there a fresh source on the island? She plunged onwards, ignoring the chill wind that tussled through her coat. She caught the scent of another wolf, and its existence shattered any little imaginings of ‘firsts’ she sighted him a moment later, the rich reds of his coat a curiosity. He walked like a wolf lost in their own world, and his tail held itself strangely still behind him. “Hello to you!” she called out across the distance between them.

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