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He wasn't much of an explorer. Kansas would have been proud to lay claim to a title such as that, but he couldn't have done so without laughing. Though no longer a hermit, he rarely spent time away from Crimson Dreams. He really had little reason to leave; everything that mattered was there. Still, he felt a bit claustrophobic and times, and he supposed it was good for him to get out and find something different to do. His pack mates probably grew tired of seeing him wander around the house and lake all the time.
His travels brought him to Drifter Bay—a place he couldn't remember ever visiting. Since being with Savina, Kansas had developed a deep appreciation ocean: he loved the scent of salt, the feel of sand beneath his feet. He now understood why she adored the sea so much (after exploring it a bit himself). Kansas quickened his pace to an easy trot. He was rather suddenly aware that he smelled someone nearby. His nose skimming along the surface of the sand, the snowy male cut across to move along the cliffs. He paused and lifted his pale gaze to see the back of a multicolor wolf. His figure was bent forward slightly, making Kansas think he was either inspecting something he couldn't see or crying.
The Sadira gingerly moved toward the stranger, rounding to stand at his side, a good three feet away. It was then that he saw the stone the other was examining. "What—eh—what have you got there?"
His travels brought him to Drifter Bay—a place he couldn't remember ever visiting. Since being with Savina, Kansas had developed a deep appreciation ocean: he loved the scent of salt, the feel of sand beneath his feet. He now understood why she adored the sea so much (after exploring it a bit himself). Kansas quickened his pace to an easy trot. He was rather suddenly aware that he smelled someone nearby. His nose skimming along the surface of the sand, the snowy male cut across to move along the cliffs. He paused and lifted his pale gaze to see the back of a multicolor wolf. His figure was bent forward slightly, making Kansas think he was either inspecting something he couldn't see or crying.
The Sadira gingerly moved toward the stranger, rounding to stand at his side, a good three feet away. It was then that he saw the stone the other was examining. "What—eh—what have you got there?"