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Early yet the man was already up and going, as the sun havent even gone out of its resting place. He was a morning dove in many ways, and being already on duty before most was enough to trust that statement. Brown and white hairs moved along the breeze from the ocean, the waves slowly clashing with the sand. Sand that felt good on his rough pawpads from the constant walk and years of fights and hardwork. His blue and distant eyes into the way ahead, tail down, neutral and lacking any tensions.

As he went by, checking everything, something ran into his mind. He havent gotten into a lot of action after the Raid, and it was time to have his fangs on use but with something else as price. He just needed to find the right target like a sea lion or something that would fight back.

"The talking"