Creak, crack, crunch

If the sifting sand and brushing ocean wasn’t so good at washing clean the beach each day, he would have worn down a path with his running paws. Each morning he jogged along the hot sand, and the territory the Armada would soon claim became familiar to him. The coming spring promised to give a little more life to this territory, and he wondered if he would still be close enough to see it once summer was in full swing.

It was Solar, the little black cormorant that saw the stranger first. She let out an alerting squark, and Mercury’s eyes obediently scanned the beachline. The earthy wolf was hard to see against the dark sand, but his running paws brought him closer, and Solar helped guide his eyes. He angled his run, and slowed it until he fell into a comfortable walk as he approached the other wolf. “Good morning” He said, nodding his head towards the other wolf.


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