Water water everywhere

Griffith certainly had not expected their journey from the kingdom to be filled with so much water. But it would have been just his luck to get stuck in a hurricane, it hadn't exactly helped their travel. Days of rain and wind and when they'd finally reached the coast it had felt like the pair of big cats had been stuck between a rock and a hard place, but he'd been very sure that they weren't that far from the neighboring kingdom at the time, so he'd made the absolutely moronic decision to swim. Wis had tried to caution him that it was a bad idea of course, but he was nothing if not pig-headed.

Now they were paying the price, the wind ripped at his sea water-soaked pelt as Griffith dragged himself ashore, not yet aware that he hadn't even been remotely close in his guess about geography and the sands he now pulled himself upon was almost totally unknown to him and his family. The man pulled himself forward, tail limp and dragging in the sand until he was far enough up the shore that the stone walls of the cliff cut the wind somewhat, far enough up that he was pretty sure the tide would not sweep them back out to sea, and then he collapsed. Massive head dropping into the sand the man fought to catch his breath. Was Wisteria alright? He wanted to lift his head and check but the water that soaked his mane made his skull feel like it weighed as much as he did, and so instead he called out, hoping that he hadn't lost her in the storm. "Wisteria, you better be alive or I will be right cross with you!"

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