silence fell just like a stone

[Beppe Agapito]

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All welcome. Maybe another younger wolf/coyote? The cold here dug right down to the bone, engulfed what warmth it could in a shivery blanket. Beppe's dark fur was puffed up around him, his legs pulled up against his chest and his arms around those, and still he felt as if his skeleton may as well be made of icicles. Winter, perhaps, was a bad time to stumble upon the white shores of a new continent, especially unprepared. Although, it was true that whatever preparations they may have made probably would have been insufficient, and only aesthetic. Pretty gloves, pretty hats. It wasn't so much the wind here that bothered him anyways, though the ocean did seem to tow a pretty heavy one. Right now the boy felt as if anything would have been futile, anyways, and the despite how different the ocean was in his beautiful coastal town from the ocean that ran against these rocks, it was the similarities that he found and focused on. They had followed the ocean all the way over from Italy, so it must be the same one. The water that flowed over there also flowed here. Usually one to wander and explore (which was, really, what got him in this mess in the first place), the boy felt too cold and miserable to wander any further than this. It was only the ocean that beckoned him there, and he had slipped past his mother to make the long trek out from the Clouded Tears packland. The boy hadn't worried about being able to find his way back, though it was something his unfledged sense of direction never seemed to be able to do. He had learned many things on the way; there were more groups of wolves than he thought when they had arrived, and there was even what he thought was a group of coyotes living together. He had avoided all of these packs, feeling as if he had been drawn out of his shell enough, and needing time to recover. Speaking English was exhausting for him, even though he loved conversation. Despite the cold, Beppe could feel energy flowing back into him as he sat beneath the muffled quiet. It was just him and his newly appreciated friend the ocean, now, and the language that they spoke was universal.

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