[ He has spent many a long hour by the shores of the slate-gray sea. Out of nostalgia, or perhaps a subtle longing, but mostly, it is for the sound of it, the steady beating of waters upon the shore.
Today, he lets the waves lap at his paws, the chill dissipating (if only for a moment) as they touch.
When the other approaches, he tilts his head, considering the other with solemn, golden eyes. ]
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Today, he lets the waves lap at his paws, the chill dissipating (if only for a moment) as they touch.
When the other approaches, he tilts his head, considering the other with solemn, golden eyes. ]