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The coastline was extraordinary. No matter how often Pripyat combed through the towns, the valley, or the mountain he always seemed to end up back along the ocean's side. Today was no different as the sun beat down upon the lands, hot at its highest peak and causing the sand to shine with an almost intolerable brilliance. One two large feet he moved along, letting his full weight sink fully into the pliable sand before taking his next step. His rank required him to be outside of the pack lands, but it seemed too soon to be venturing forth. Although Arye and he had already walked the coast together, they had both thought it a good idea to branch out and integrate with the others. Arye was certainly doing a better job than the moody boy, but he had expected it to be so. The girl could charm anyone he was sure, and why she kept up with such a sour puss as he Pripyat could not explain but did not wish to complain about it.
The slate colored yearling had taken it all in stride: the move, leaving behind his father, embarking on what seemed a completely new life with Arye. It all had happened to naturally, so normally that Pripyat hardly gave it a second thought. Ichika was still new, but already he felt at ease within the borders. That he could switch so easily from Phoenix Valley to Ichika no Ho-en seemed somewhat of a betrayal to his home lands, but Jefferson had told them to go and so Pripyat knew there wasn't any other way around it. Whether he would be happier here wasn't a worry, but to make himself known and well liked in the pack was. In Phoenix Valley he had been so cut off from the others after the snow storm, he had never shaken that funk fully. It seemed possible here in way it hadn't back home.
And yet the young man sat apart from them all yet again. He was not angry, nor did he particularly wish to keep himself from them, but it seemed just as easy to stay along the shoreline than it did to venture into the lands. They swarmed the coastal towns, they crawled over the abbey and he could be happy among them but the ocean eyed boy found himself settling into the sand on a lonely beach, closing his eyes, and drifting into a light slumber.
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