For Rikka
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Black hooves cut into the surf, sinking into the wet sand before being lofted above the water's reach. Only to plunge downward again as the massive horse cantered through the surf. Each step sending water splashing skyward, soaking the legs of his rider as well as his own. The honey-hued wolf giving a click of her tongue as his pace slowed. A little bit further and we will give it a rest. Anann reassured her companion. While it might have appeared a leisurely ride along the beach, the sand and water created a lot of resistance. Giving the war horse more of a workout than Anann could ever hope to achieve in Shiloh Hills. After a winter of travel it had taken quite time for them both to get back into well enough shape to start training seriously.
Once Rem had worked up a decent sweat, Anann slowed him to a walk. Riding out of the surf and into the dry sand of the beach. Were it clung to the wet legs of the stallion and feathering around his hooves. Once his breathing had slowed to normal she slid off his back and walked along side him. There was a little shack along the stretch of beach. It was different from the last time she had seen, and who knew how long ago that had been. A couple of moons maybe? Before it had been uninhabited, but it seemed someone had been working on it.
As they grew closer Anann was able to distinguish the feminine scent from the heavy musk of the sea. She could tell it was someone she had yet to meet, though that was about the extent of knowledge she could glean from the scent. However the morning was still young and cool, She didn't really want to disturb the woman's slumber, should she still be asleep. However, the closer they came Anann began to hear the sounds she knew all to well be the result of a heavy night's drinking. While Anann became even more determined not to great a disturbance, Rem had other ideas it would seem. The large, black stallion left her side, wandering casually towards the beach shack. Upon finding a window, the horse stuck his head in the pane-less hole to peer in and see what the fuss was all about. His curled forelock, hanging in a mess over his face. Rem. REM! Get out of there! Anann yelled after him, as well as one can yell in a hushed voice at least.
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