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[Mantra Dhvani]

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It was difficult paddling in such frigid water, but the current was stable enough to manage. She could already feel her paws freezing slowly, steadily on their way to most likely falling off on their own or amputation. Limbs rhythmically beat against the tide, propelling her body further towards the destination she'd staked out this morning - Thunder Island. Mantra had already visited Lightning Bay and wanted somewhere new to investigate; somewhere unlike she'd ever been, a place with thousands of secrets waiting to be uncovered (okay, maybe that was getting a bit carried away). Finally, the tawny wolf pulled herself up onto the surf, the plush sand soothing her callused pads. A giant ship with a beaten, torn sail and thousands of holes blemished into its beautiful wooden side loomed overhead, violently turned so that it appeared on a 90 degree angle; how it'd gotten there, who'd sailed in it, and how old it was Mantra Dhvani hadn't a clue. That, however, was an adventure for another day.

Heaving from the strenuous activity she'd just participated in, the lone wolf pulled herself farther up onto the beach and surveyed with heavily lidded eyes this paradise. The sky was an endless blue and, despite the chilly weather, a wonderful day for exploring a deserted beach; well, seemingly deserted, Mantra really had no idea about whether or not she was truly alone here and the thought slightly scared her. "Well at least I have something to look forward to," Mantra mused, turning back the way she'd come, "the trip home."