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Footsteps chased each other out to the tide pool, stopping abrubtly beneath a silvery wolf. His knees made craters in the soft, watery sand, and as he kneeled he peered intently at the strip of water before him. Hermit crabs scuttled about, seeming quite content with the little bit of sun that could penetrate the shallow depth of the water the tide left behind. A large hand was settled in the water to keep him propped up, the golden eyes belonging to the same creature following the random paths of crabs with an intense curiosity and very whole joy. These beasts were very strange things, haven stolen their little houses from the animals that made them in the first place (maybe a little unjust, but Hemming found it quite ingenious anyway), their tiny antennae poking out from their awfully strange heads. One crab would, occasionally, scuttle across Hemming's hand, and he would not pull it away. Their little legs were strange feeling but gentle, and it was the wolf that was disturbing their habitat and he would accept that they were touching him in return. Anyway, he kind of liked it. Their contact, as alien as it may be, made him feel more a part of the world he belonged to.
The summer had been strange for him. It was the first time that the male had lived in a group in many years, and the very first time, ever, that he had felt like he belonged there. Belonging was such a strange feeling, and such a joyous one at that. For once, others could help him and teach him, and for once, Hemming could return the favour. It was such a pleasant arrangement, and the wolf didn't see himself leaving it any time soon. A pack wolf he had been made into, and a pack wolf he would stay. Such a life was far more appealing than one lived alone.
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The skies above were the clearest blue that she had seen in a long time. For a week it had stormed nearly non-stop, the residual rainwater hanging around the Phoenix Valley and Dahlia de Mai territories for even longer. She had gone from one home to another, from living outside Jefferson's cabin in the Valley to staying with Tokyo in her den in Dahlia de Mai. She enjoyed the change of scenery immensely; Addison was the type who didn't stick around one area unless she had something to gain by staying there. She had learned the basic living and hunting skills needed to survive, and now she had moved on to a pack where she could learn other trades that she was interested in. Thievery, stealth, deception...
Two eyes, one gold and one a blue as bright as the sky itself looked out over the beaches that stretched before her. The waves hugged the land in a gentle way on this coast, the shores soft and sandy rather than rough and rocky. The newly shifted female hadn't been toward this area in a long time, having no reason to travel so far Northwest. She had been content with staying around the Southern parts of the landmass, along that coast, before this. That was where the Valley was located.
Addison stumbled a little as she walked, still a bit unsteady on her new legs. She could see a figure out on the edge of the peninsula and was heading in that direction to see who it was. She wanted to become a master thief...so why not start now? Maybe this unsuspecting wolf would have something of value that she could charm out of him. She needed to work on her charming skills as well.
As she neared him she was able to take in more of his appearance than before and she noted his coloration and position on the sand. He looked quite a bit like her, actually, though there were differences in the exact tones of the coats and in their fur length. Addison's was quite short for her breed, most of it a mixture of grays and browns. The wolf that she was approaching was lying down near the water..was he injured? Attacked by one of those shark creatures that she had been warned about? That question was answered as she came within speaking distance. He wasn't dead or injured...just staring into the water. What a weirdo. She cleared her throat first, then spoke. "You're gonna fall in if you get any closer, dude. Literally swimming with the fishes."
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The male was surprised by the voice that drifted towards him, and he almost did fall in. He turned his head towards the girl and watched her for just a moment. Her voice seemed disconnected from the figure that stood there now, as if time had cleaved noise from form, and now the words were drowned in the distant rush of the waves. It could have been that she hadn't spoken at all. Hemming was a man of reason, though, and his attraction to whimsy did not deteriorate his devotion to evidence. A faint smile played on his lips as he let words escape them. "They're not fish, though. Come see." He pushed himself further back onto his feet, the tops of them pressed against the sand, and beckoned the other over with his freed hand. There was an awe in his voice, a calmness that contrasted with the other's candor.
Her statements, beside making him call her over, made the wolf wish he could swim. Truly, Hemming wouldn't mind swimming with the fishes, their world just as populated with strange creatures as the one above sea level. It was a skill that he had never had, and now, he envied those that could, envied the creatures that could take to the water like fish and then come above land to walk about. It wasn't a jealous envy, though, if such a feeling could possibly exist, but a reverence, a respect for such an animal. In the truest sense, it was a desire to be just like it, or even just understand the way it lived. What was it like to cross the bridge between two worlds, or live in them both just as a wolf lived in one? And then there were the creatures that took to the air just as the wolf took to the plains, to the forests. What a marvellous diversity there was, a splendid fortune that the Earth had been generous to lend some room to.
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If she was expecting a sarcastic comment in return she did not get one. For a moment she wondered if her words had fallen upon deaf ears; the wolf seemed just as intent on the tidepools as before, not paying her any more attention than he did the sky or the sand that he kneeled on. Fine. Let him drown...or get swallowed up by one of those shark things. It would serve him right, not listening to her. She was starting to turn to head back down the shoreline when she heard his voice, though, beckoning her closer. They weren't fish? "That's...not what I was getting at." What was going on in this guy's head, anyway? She was a land animal and these were sea animals. She had no desire to join them in the water, where they had the advantage.
Nonetheless she found herself taking a few tentative steps forward, though she kept the frown fixed firmly upon her muzzle. She didn't want him to think of her as a fool, especially if there wasn't really anything inside the little pool of water. She'd been tricked by strangers with candy in the past...and was quick to judge and not fast to warm up to wolves she didn't know. If she bent down to look, he'd probably try and push her head under the water or something equally as horrifying. Addison still had scars from the rats that the coyote Halo had set upon her; long slashes and puncture wounds riddled her belly and thighs most of all.
"Alright...so...what am I supposed to be looking at?" She asked suspiciously, glancing toward him every few seconds to be sure that he wasn't going to make any sudden move toward her. If there wasn't any fish in the water, then what was there? She should have realized this was a trick.
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Perhaps his response hadn't addressed what this female had meant, but Hemming meant what he had said anyway. He shrugged her comment off, watching for a moment as she came closer before turning his gaze back to the things scurrying beneath the water. His tail fell behind him and he would likely spend the next week getting all the sand out of it, but he paid it no attention. The little creatures in the water were enough to bring his mind away from most anything else, but the presence of another wolf would always steal just a little bit of that away. As the younger wolf moved just a little bit closer, the male continued to smile, his amber eyes moving fairly rapidly to keep on the trail of the quick beasts.
She voiced her uncertainty, and Hemming, not moving his eyes from the water, said, "Here, look just a little closer. Those shells, running all over the place, have little crabs inside of them." He glanced to the girl, who seemed rather suspicious of him (perhaps in good measure; he was just a random man out on the shore, after all, and she was a young girl), and put his hand back in the water to lean on as he peered more intently. Readjusting himself a little, he took the weight off one arm and eyed a particularly slow hermit crab. After a moment of watching it, feeling a strange fondness for the thing, he plucked it gently out of the water. At first it drew back into its shell, undoubtedly and deservedly startled, but as Hemming laid his palm flat it started to peek back out. Smiling warmly, the male glanced back up to the stranger. "See? Funny, aren't they?" His eyes fell back to the crab, and he observed more intimately its tiny legs and exoskeleton.
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Her thoughts remained on the other, older wolf as she crouched down next to him in the sand. He seemed really into this marine animal stuff; now she could see the little things moving around in the tide pool. In the pool behind her there was an even wider array of life than just crabs, too--she turned around to look at that one quickly, then back into the one that Hemming was situated next to. She didn't want to get dirty, to come back to Tokyo's den with a coatful of sand...but crouching like this was taxing her legs.
Her rump hit the sand with an undignified "wumph", and she looked into the pool once more. "What's a crab?" She asked, watching the thing as he plucked it from its aquatic home. It wiggled its little antennae at her from its spot on his furry palm, beginning to emerge from its shell again. "Can it breathe up here? It's a water animal, isn't it?" She asked, concerned. As long as he didn't try to put it on her or anything...maybe she was okay with it.
"Sharks live in the ocean, you know" She stated, pointing out over the waters. "I think they come up to the shore to lay their eggs...and then go back inside. And all the little sharks have to run to get to the ocean."
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Hemming felt a little relief as the other sat down beside him, only because the suspicion he sensed on her was making him feel a little nervous. Smiling at her interest, he turned his gaze back to her. Come to think of it, he didn't really know what a crab was, besides some very basic characteristics. He bit his lower lip for a moment, trying to think of what explanation he could give, before giving away the very basic knowledge that he had. "They live in the water, yeah. They have a shell kind of thing that protects their insides, and... five pairs of legs, I think, and then these antenna-type things." The male looked back to the little guy in his hand. It didn't seem to be too active, and maintained its slow demeanour even after it had been removed from the water. For a split second he panicked about its ability to breathe above water before recalling how many little hermit crabs he had seen wandering around on the sand. "I think they can breathe up here, as long as they keep their gills moist." His memory had choked up another fact that he had forgotten he knew, filed deep in his mind from the days he had spent reading books. A little surprised to have it sprout up so suddenly, he let his smile widen for just a second.
Her interest was evident when she spoke about sharks, and his eyes lit up as she brought up the creatures. The things she said about sharks seemed kind of weird, though. He was sure that wasn't true, but perhaps he was getting his facts mixed up with some other animals. Not wanting to discredit a correct idea because of momentary confusion, he looked to the girl with his eyebrows raised slightly, impressed. "Really?" he asked, "I always thought they were really fish-like, I wouldn't have guessed they could run!" Hemming laughed a little at the idea, picturing thousands of little sharks stampeding the beach to get a sip of the salt water.
In the few moments that had passed he had almost forgotten about the shelled creature in his hand, and it had wandered awfully close to a precarious edge. Hemming worked quickly to snatch it up with the other hand, and the poor little crab sucked himself back into his portable habitat. Looking back to the younger wolf, feeling as if she was sufficiently interested in the little creatures, Hemming held it towards above her lap and asked, "Here, wanna hold him?"
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Addison was almost certain that she was right about the sharks coming out to lay their eggs...she had read it in a book that she'd found just after Geneva had taught her how to read. She really liked reading-it was one of the things that she would continue to indulge herself in even after leaving Phoenix Valley. She wanted to try and forget a lot of the stuff from back home, (except Jefferson...she was sure she'd come back to see him eventually. And Ty, maybe) but she would keep reading. She wanted to read every book in that library.
He seemed to accept the idea that she had given him about the sharks, though he showed a little doubt. It did seem odd to her, too, now that she thought about it. Which fins would they use to run? Maybe they had little legs that came out when they got up onto the land. Or maybe they just had to be a little bit on the land, with part of their body in the water. "And the mermaids, too...I'd love to catch one'a those someday. I don't got any fishin' stuff though" She said. Oh...the mermaids were the most beautiful ocean creatures! She had also read about a big dinosaur thing that lived in a lake in some place called Scotland. Was that really far away? She wanted to catch one of those things too.
It was good that the crab could breathe air, and she watched it some more as he spoke about it. It was an interesting creature...but the little claws and movements that it made reminded her a little of one of those rats. Still thinking about this, she wasn't paying much attention to what Hemming was doing with the crab. In what seemed like a second's time it went from being over there with him, which was safe, to over next to her. She jumped, knocking into the crab and sending it flying into the air. For a moment she was unsure of where it had gone...until she felt it. She felt its little claws in her hair and the creature hung on for dear life as she began shaking her head back and forth. "Ahhh!!" She got up, running toward the water, still shaking her head. The crab released her hair after one of the harder shakes, flying through the air to plop into the nearby ocean.
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Mermaids? Hemming was quite certain that such things were completely fictional. He furrowed his eyebrows a little, and tried to think. It was easy to imagine the strange creatures, their shiny tails and their long flowing red hair, but he couldn't quite remember anything else about them. Just thinking about what they looked like made him sure that they couldn't exist, though. Humans and fish were such distant relatives that some odd kind of hybrid of the two would be the oddest thing. He was pretty sure that the books he had read about them in were some sort of fantasy or folklore. Hemming didn't want to rain on the girl's parade, though, and managed to avoid the subject of the imaginary nature of the mermaids while still telling the truth. "I used to do a lot of fishing. Never caught a mermaid, though," he said thoughtfully.
She didn't seem to notice the slow trip the hermit crab had taken into her little zone of space, and the sudden appearance of the alien creature clearly startled her. Hemming gasped and froze in his spot when his hand was contacted by one of her flailing arms, and with his golden eyes followed the arching path of the beast right onto the top of the girl's head. Though everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, the male was too stunned to react quickly enough to catch the beast before it made a soft landing into her hair. In an instant the girl was up on two legs and running straight into the water. Still a little shocked, Hemming took a moment before scrambling to his feet, chasing after her. If she would only stop and calm down for a minute, the little hermit crab could be carefully removed from her hair with very little trauma for both of the animals involved. "Wait!" he cried out as he ran clumsily through the soft sand, his arms waving in the air. "I could--" his offer of help was cut off by the image of the little crab flying through the air, again seeming to be in slow motion (and perhaps accompanied by music), and the wolf only stared at the creature's trajectory.
A couple moments after the hearty plop the crab made as it plunged through the water, Hemming turned his gaze from the place it had entered back to the female. "Hmm, uh," he stuttered, "Sorry about that?" He was still largely speechless, and his mouth hung open for a couple moments as he continued to stare.
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Yeah, Addison's an odd one too.
She should have known better than to think that she would get out of this situation unscathed. She had hoped that it would just take a few looks into the pool, talk with him for a bit, then go on her meery way...but it hadn't turned out that way at all. She had been attacked by one of those crab things! Did all animals hate her?! She could understand the rats, with Halo having starved them to the point where they would attack anything and everything that came near them, but crabs too? Maybe on her way home she would be ambushed by a squirrel or something.
Still breathing heavily and partially soaked from her run into the ocean, she simply stood there in the water, watching him and letting the waves roll around her feet. When he apologized her disgruntled frown deepened; he didn't sound too sincere to her. She reached down into the water, pulling up a pawful of sand and lobbing it it his direction. "Take that!" She picked up more of it, starting to run out of the water toward him. "I'm a delicate lady! You shouldn't have let it attack me!"
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Her rush to the water seemed to have taken a bit out of the girl, and for a moment Hemming just watched her recover. He was still a little shocked, and didn't think anything of it when the other reached into the sand and lifted up a handful. It seemed a rather odd thing to do, but its real purpose didn't dawn on Hemming until the bit of sand was flying towards him. With a squeak of surprise, he twisted his body to protect his face. Some of the sand, wet and fluid, hit his shoulder, and he continued to shield his face as he peered back at her. His brows were furrowed as he tried to make sense of her sudden outburst. The crab hadn't had a mean bone in its body, and absolutely no intention of harming the girl! It was the actions of the other wolf that had landed a little beast in her fur.
"But--" he started, flabbergasted, "It didn't attack you!" He had barely got the phrase out when the other started charging towards him. Eyes widening, he turned and started to run across the beach away from her, his big feet making big splashes. His arms flailed in the arm as he ran and he huffed out single syllables at a time. "Don't!" the splash of a footfall, "No!" another splash, "Stop!" He turned his head over his shoulder to look at the girl that was in hot pursuit, hoping that the sand she clutched would not end up in his eyes.
After a moment, he realized how truly silly this all was, and he considered stopping. By this point, though, adrenaline had started to pump through his veins and this game started to be rather... fun. With a laugh, he continued to run down the beach, peering backwards once and a while. Hopefully the girl's anger would wear off quickly.
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She noticed it just as she was coming up out of the water, a big pair of claws nipping at her heels. She dropped the handful of sand that she'd been carrying in an instant, watching it plop back down into the water next to the large animal. She had stopped in her chase but now she continued it, turning the other way to start running away from this creature instead. The big red crab stared at her with tiny eyes for a few moments before deciding to follow, chasing her, all of its legs moving quickly to propel it sideways after her.
Addison ran as fast as she could, almost catching up with Hemming, taking looks behind her every few moments. "It's gonna kill me! It's gonna...eat me! Look....., it's huge!" She was going to say his name, but she realized now that she didn't know it. Before, she'd been chasing the male...but now she wanted him to stop running so that he could defend her from the crab.
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The male had been so worried about his eyesight that he hadn't even noticed the girl had dropped the sand. He had mistaken her escape for a chase, the assumption of which made her next words sound rather misplaced indeed. Pulled from his amused laughter, Hemming furrowed his brows and stopped immediately. Perhaps that wasn't the brightest move, because it was possible that "it" was actually huge and going to eat her, but his confusion and curiosity demanded that the gray wolf investigate. Having turned around slowly to relieve his curiosity, Hemming was sorely disappointed. He couldn't see anything at all. He squinted against the bright sky, following the pair of footsteps back to where the hermit crab had been flung out to sea, and still did not see anything worth getting upset about. Brows furrowed, he cast a concerned glance to the girl (she already seemed rather unstable; had the hermit crab incident caused her to launch into some kind of episode?) and asked, "What's going to eat you?"
He continued to peer down the beach, intent to understand what in the world she was talking about. After a few moments, he saw it. It was, indeed, a brilliant example of a beast's ability to camouflage with the world around it. The crab - a real crab this time, not a hermit crab - was scuttling sideways up the shore, seemingly towards them. Its red shell was an almost perfect match to the sand's coppery hue, and the only reason that Hemming really noticed it at all was the cream colored claw. A very big cream colored claw, at that. With his eyes a little wider, the wolf not sure if he should be frightened of this creature or not, he replied abruptly, "Oh, I see," and left it at that.
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She wasn't sure if it really could kill her or not, but that claw looked DEADLY! Addison eyed it with fear as she came to a stop, standing behind him and looking back at it. It was so gross-looking! And why did it have to run sideways like that, all creepy-like?! She waited for him to do something, then spoke again. "I don't know your name, even. But don't you let that thing get near me! Please.." She hated things with all those crawly legs on them. She watched the thing avidly to be sure of its position, looking back up at him again. "I'm sorry for throwing sand. Real sorry, Mister! But look...it's coming after me now. It was chasing me!" The crab had in fact stopped in its movements, watching the two wolves with its eyes wiggling back and forth a little, one claw raised up in the air.
Addi watched it as it stared at them, raising one of her own fists in an aggressive manner toward it. The crab raised its claw even higher, and she raised her fist up a bit more. It was trying to threaten her! What a cheeky little crab! She took a few pounding steps toward it, opening her jaws wide. "RRRAAWWWRRRRRR!!!" She shouted, leaning down over it. In one quick motion the crab started to scuttle again, this time in the opposite direction. "Yeah, you stupid little crab! Trying to eat me! I'll show you!!" She stomped after it, laughing as it ran in a nearly straight line back down the beach.
Once the crab was far enough away she started back toward Hemming. When she reached him she extended one arm toward him, tapping him on the shoulder. "YOU'RE IT! CRAB TAG!!" It would be the newest, best version of tag ever. She starting to run, but not the normal way. She ran sideways.
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Hemming chuckled a little when the girl cowered behind him. Surely this little creature wasn't dangerous! It was, after all, quite small, and though it had a rather giant claw it would be easy to outrun. However... it did seem to be making rather good time as it stormed down the beach towards him. As it drew closer and closer to his toes, the male did start to get a little nervous after all. In response to the many words and apologies the girl spat out, and the approaching danger, Hemming merely grunted, "Uh, uh." Usually a beast like this would be a curiosity, a little fellow to befriend, but it seemed like a little bit of the other's fear was rubbing off on him. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the crab, pleading silently that it wouldn't do anything mean. After all, Hemming had been awfully nice to all the creatures he had ever found, and he couldn't help but be associated with this girl! It wasn't his fault!
The beast seemed rather determined to show the two wolves the fault in their ways, and Hemming was rather stunned. He was glad, but more than a little startled, when the girl took charge. It was an interesting approach, indeed, and one that would garner its fair share of incredulous looks, but it did seem to work. The crab, after hesitating for a moment, scuttled away. Shocked by all the events that had occurred so far, Hemming remained speechless. This was all very strange, and it was just going to get stranger. The girl tapped him on the shoulder, exclaimed a series of words that Hemming had never heard in his life and doubted he would ever again, and ran off. In a very odd way.
After taking a moment to collect all his thoughts, he grinned and laughed at the very prospect of Crab Tag before scuttling crabwise down the beach towards the girl. As he moved, he held his hands up at his shoulders and made a pinching motion with his fingers and thumb. This was... absolutely ridiculous, but it was also ridiculously fun.
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The idea for crab tag had come to her like magic! Regular tag was fun...and chasing crabs was kinda fun...so crab tag would be amazing! She ran sideways as fast as she could (which really wasn't very fast), watching Hemming chase after her. He was bigger than her and older, but she considered herself to be quick on her feet. Time to put things up a notch! She ran even faster than before, trying to gain some distance between them. She went around a big boulder, then over one of the sand dunes.
Boy...this sure was getting tiring, though. She concentrated on moving her feet right, one after the other, but the sand was dragging down on them. Addison glanced back at him one more time to see if he was still coming, and that was her downfall. She tripped on something sticking up out of the sand and fell over onto her side, twisting her ankle beneath her. "Ahh!"
She was worried about her ankle, yes, but she was also worried about the thing that she'd tripped over. What was it? It was big and white, sticking out of the sand...it looked kind of like a bone.
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It certainly was hard work moving through all the dense sand sideways. Hemming was panting by the time that the girl fell over, at which point he paused and looked at her. Her status seemed to call for the end of the game, and the male regretfully resumed a normal run to get to where she was. "Are you okay?" he asked as he drew closer, moving around the bone she had tripped on and kneeling beside her. He looked at her ankle, which seemed to be the cause of her pain. She seemed to be staring at something else, though, and Hemming's gaze followed hers. The thing she had tripped on, and the thing that he had subconsciously avoided, was formed of a strange material. It kind of looked like... bone, actually. Hemming, caught up in the wonder and excitement of everything that happened, almost completely forgot about the girl's injury and shuffled a little closer to the mysterious obstacle.
He reached out a hand and felt it, confirming that it was certainly bone, and looked around where they were sitting. His playmate seemed to have stumbled upon the rib of a whale without even noticing it, and now the two wolves were practically sitting in the belly of a whale! An oval of similar protrusions surrounded them, and Hemming gazed in awe. The whale was not as massive as some could get, but even small whales were enormous. "Hey, look," he said gently, a sort of tranquillity and wonder coming over him. His eyes continued to rove across the evidence of the whale's ribcage, and for just a moment he looked back to the girl, his wide amber eyes betraying the deep reverence that had settled like a blanket across his mind. Time had left many things behind, and had carried many things with it. The steady rush of the waves in the background, wearing away at the sandy beach, reminded Hemming that the only constant was change.
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It seemed as if she wasn't the only one who had gotten a workout from their jaunt through the sand. She had fallen backwards onto her rump over whatever this was, this skeleton thing...but he was more interested in the remains of the dead beast than anything else. She cleared her throat and held her hand up to him expenctantly so that he might help her up to her feet. Addison still wasn't as good at walking in this form as she could be. It would take a lot of time and practice; she had only first shifted a week prior.
"Are you gonna help me up?" She asked impatiently. Yes, yes, the whale bones were neat and all...but they were halfway buried and covered in the remnants of high-tide. What good would they be to anybody? Did he want to use them for something? "I never caught your name"
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Hemming took a moment to simply stare at the whale bones, but his attention was pulled back to the girl when she demanded some help. "Oh, sorry!" he said hastily, and extended a hand for her to take. The wolf's amber eyes stayed on the most exposed whale bone, though, and his brain worked to ponder the circumstances of the skeleton's deposition. Perhaps the whale was beached and simply rotted away. How long would it take for the sand to cover such an enormous beast? The age of the bones was a complete mystery to the wolf. For all he knew, the creature could have died when an ocean still covered those lands.
After all the excitement had more or less died down, the girl realized that they hadn't exchanged names. With a smile, the gray wolf turned his attention back to her and replied, "It's Hemming." He was about to ask the female what hers was, but his eyes slowly drifted back to the bones and his attention drifted away as well. Assuming that the girl was sturdy enough on her feet by now, he let go of her hand and kneeled close to the sand, inspecting the bone closely, a finger to his chin. What an immensely curious thing! Repeating his previous sentiment, he said, "Look at this, isn't it odd?"
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She hadn't eaten in a while and her belly growled loudly, interrupting the silence that had momentarily fallen between the two. Addison looked down at it with a frown. There wasn't much to eat around here...fish, maybe, or mussels. She'd tried mussels once and had really liked them, despite their rubbery texture. She looked back up at the whale bones as he helped her up, brushing some sand off of her hands. What kind of an animal preyed on whales, she wondered. What ocean creatures were bigger than whales?
"I wonder if it got killed by something" She said aloud. Her stomach growled again, and she spoke hurriedly. "I'm Addison, from Dahlia de Mai. I think...hmm. I'm really hungry. Want to help me find something to eat? Then if you want, I guess I could help you dig some of these bones out of the ground to look at better. I'm a good digger."
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