Two seas in a cod

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No idea where the idea for the title came from. It was dusk, and the red sun was falling, falling, falling, toward the west. A bronze wolf, eight feet tall and scarred from head to toe, laid himself down heavily along a slight incline on the eastern side of the river, waiting to watch the sun disappear behind the empty, leafless branches of the Moaning Wood. The colors of the day were already beginning to fade, and he should be finding a place where he could sleep easy, without having to worry about potential threats, but he had caught his meal early that day, his first successful kill with his new bow, and he was pleased. Watching the sun set would be the perfect way to end a perfect day. He had woken up early, and enjoyed the morning mist during his practice. His arrow had found the chest of a hapless hare, and he had eaten well and easily for the first time in a long time. He had spent the day alone, and thought of nothing. It was a perfect day. Night would descend on him soon, he knew. When that happened, he would go searching for a place that was hard to find, and silent enough to hear any disturbances in the underbrush around him. He would sleep there, and when he did, the dreams would come. Some were about Inferni, and the fact that his rage had hurt children. Most weren't. Most involved the monstrous Sirius cracking the bones in Xander's forearms with his bare hands, or the twisted rituals of the Shadow Priests stringing up his loved ones. Layla...he had no reason to believe she had ever encountered them, but...there, on the fields of their sacrifice...Fenrir, banish these thoughts. He shook the memories from his head. If he was to be plagued by them in sleep, he would not permit them his time during the day. It had been too long since he'd received a full night's undisturbed sleep. Just enjoy the sunset. Silencing his thoughts, he cleared his mind as the sun fell ever lower. It really was odd how some of the most beautiful things were the most widely available. Everyone could enjoy this vision, it wasn't something any of them could jealously guard, or a commodity they could hoard. It wasn't a kingdom they could fight over. The sedate babble of the river was as a soothing balm to his troubled thoughts, and he watched on in silence. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written.

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