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All was still and quiet on the beach except for the rush of the sea breeze and the crash of the waves. In his haste to get away Kansas had not brought anything with him, not even a book, but he needed nothing more than this beautiful, serene place to soothe him and to let his thoughts wander. As the moments passed he began to feel relaxed, the faces of his mate and children bringing him away from that nameless realm that haunted him. With so much to be grateful for, he regretted dwelling there when he could instead be feeling the warmth of all the amazing gifts that were his.
He did not know how much time had passed before he glanced over his shoulder to check on Lexington. To his suprise, the horse was standing completely still and looking down the beach, his ears flicked upright and forward and his eyes wide with alarm. Kansas turned his gaze in the direction of the stallion's and was startled to see a pair of canines approaching him. They were already only a short distance away, to his bewilderment - he must have been completely lost in his own head for their presence to have escaped him until now.
With the large silver pup in the man's arms, the pair appeared to be father and son, though their scents did not match in that way, leaving Kansas to wonder about their relationship. Even stranger was that there was something vaguely familiar about the pup's scent, and Kansas had no clue why. Though he was curious, Kansas dismissed his confusion, waving to the pair in greeting. "Hey," he spoke, a small grin painted across his pale features. "I'm Kansas. The horse, eh, don't worry about him. Not easily spooked." He assumed that the golden werewolf clung to the boy for wariness of the large beast, which was understandable, but the stallion had been around pups since Kansas had acquired him, and would never hurt one. It was blatantly apparent that the pup did not wish to be held - the Sadira hoped that his words would comfort the gray boy's guardian enough to set him down.