They had arrived. The young wolfess looked behind her to find that all three pups had followed her in thier little game. They had sang and trotted along like a merry little bunch that made Mati smile. She could hear each of their voices, first Amata, then Gotham and Cambria humming softly to herself. Mati remained silent, not knowing the words to the cream hued pup’s song, and knowing that her voice need not ruin the melody the trio created. Enjoying the conversation that flowed between the three she only lead, giving little input. A grin came to her face as she listened, how Amata spoke the most, and Cambria’s shy words. Their differences were great, and yet when all together they moved and spoke with the same fluidity that she held with Haven. She hoped the siblings would stay as close.
Amata was the first to reach it, and Mati hung back to take in their reactions. The small form of Gotham plowing past the ladies and headed strait for the water. In he went, fighting the low rolling tide and unknowingly drinking from the ocean. The Church girl walking slowly after Amata and Cambria. The sand felt nice beneath her paws, she had not seen this stretch of beach before and took a moment to take it in. The sky seemed lighter here, holding a weightless blue that spoke of sunshine. The breeze swept over the sea, teasing her heavy coat. The walked had tired her as well, but the new breeze, the sight of the ocean and the pups gave her energy.
Trailing his sisters the wolf looked to Gotham. “You can’t drink this water, its salt water.” It would only make him sick and more dehydrated. Perhaps she could find a stream on the way back, she hoped that she hadn’t taken them too far. Savina would have her head if she returned with dehydrated puppies. She stepped into the ocean beside the little male and felt the chill. She splashed him, dipped her maw into the tide to cool her face and then looked at the girls. It was safe.