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She's in lupus form. :3 / +336
The beach was silent other than the backdrop of waves crashing and hissing up along the flat shore. There were no infernal gulls to block the weak autumn sunlight and pierce through the peaceful quiet that had settled over the area. Undoubtedly, this was the time when the beach whispered, the ocean telling its secrets to the sands it lovingly stroked. Occasionally, driftwood would clatter against each other until it was pushed to a halt and abandoned by the tide. There were no more humans to come and clean the beach of this debris, but Vesper saw that someone had made a pile further up closer to the sea grass, most likely for tinder. She looked at the brief campsite for only a moment before walking out into the water, the coolness soaking into her pads and along her ankles.
It was not unlike the former loner to wander this far south, but it was something new since she’d joined with the coyote-dominant clan. Normally she liked to restrict her ramblings to the northern areas, but now that she had healed a little more and was strong enough to trot along, she had decided to venture beyond the Dampwoods she frequently haunted.
She had heard of a new pack springing up after that Tribe conflict. She was clueless as to the specifics, but she had skirted around the newly marked territory with interest before ending her loop at the beach. She might have come here before, unless she was confusing this with another one of the multiple beaches along the peninsula’s coastline. All she knew was that the detour wasn’t unwelcome, as she’d at least learned the boundaries of the new pack. She might check it out more thoroughly later to get her bearings better.
For now, Vesper sighed and reclined on the soft sands. The water soaked her pale belly fur, but she did not care yet. She simply kept her head aloft as her large ears swiveled in the direction of the whispering ocean.
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