River was transfixed by the view of the ocean that spanned so far, the surge of homesickness weighing heavily on her heart. She could not believe that she had been trapped and shoved into a boat where she had spent weeks without view of the sun, sickened by the roll of waves beneath the ship as she traveled further and further away from home. Looking across the ocean, she knew she could never return. Too much had changed, and the change was happening all around and within her with no hope of ever slowing or stopping.
Coal ears twitched as footsteps and a hushed voice broke her from her sorrowful reminiscing. She glanced over her shoulder to see a very strange-looking werewolf standing nearby. She stared at him a moment though he had already spoken to her, in wonder of the style of his mane, the eagle perched on his shoulder. But the child cradled in his arms caused a softness in her usually icy lilac-blue eyes. Finally, the wolfdog nodded, stealing a glance at the roaring ocean below before looking back at the shifted canine, his child and companion. It is very beautiful, she agreed, unable to keep the wistful tone from her voice. I am River Hati. Vat is your name? And ze child?
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