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Daciana had run until her paws bled, and then pushed on farther. Harder. Throwing herself over the land like she's running from ghosts. Not like she's running from them-- because she is. Land had become sea, and she'd been tossed among the waves like a child's toy. Shit, if this was how she went down, then so be it. Resigned to her fate, thrown among the debris and dragged along the sea floor.

Fighting to get a glimpse of this place... she's seen it before. In a dream, in a nightmare. Somewhere just at the edge of her vision, like it was still haunting her. Calling to her, in the most tormented and twisted way. No, that can't be right. She'd gone home. She'd been at home. In the comfort of her sister's shadow, tucked away from the world. Nothing could hurt her with that sister standing before her, and now?

Right, the reason she'd run in the first place. Like a bat out of hell, like a creature being chased. What had taken her older sister threatened to take her too. Without that sister, that shadow, that lifeline... Daciana is nothing. She could be nothing, and would have nothing left.

It's in that state, sorry and sodden, that Daciana washes ashore in the Sepulcher. Emaciated, half drowned, and barely holding on. Night strung around her shoulders, concealing her despite the noise. It's a wonder she has any strength left to try driving the water from her lungs at all.

Cold breeze of brine sprayed onto the rocks. Beyond the shore, upon an onyx throne of stone, Teemu lay. His feet had wandered, strolled, and ran across this new world, but the thunder of the ocean held his heart in its grip, and so, upon an arrival to a blackened beach, he once again felt home. It was the jagged outline of an island within swimming distance that had lured Teemu into the sea and into the grasp of the sepulcher. The land was vicious and unforgiving, the thick shroud of mist a whisper of secrets that Teemu longed to seek out.

The isle sparked a wildness in him he’d not felt in many months. Freedom. Survival. Life. No master to serve, no games to play. Only himself and the world beneath his feet.

Eyes slits as he rested, somewhere between wake and sleep, a dreamless state. Belly filled with clams dug from the gritted earth before sunset. A meal he had not enjoyed since his arrival to Mythris, but one that brought much comfort to his soul.

Waves crashed. Tide in, tide out. Waves crashed.

Steady, steady rhythm.

The wolf startled awake, senses firing rapidly as if something had pulled him purposely from the edge of slumber. Heart hammered against ribs. He blinked, gaze focusing along the lapping tide. A silhouette in the distance. A seal, perhaps. Sealife beached upon the rocks. Night and mist wrapped the figure in a hazy shadow, veiling its identity.

Teemu stood and stretched. He would not let a meal go to waste if the ocean had washed meat upon the land for him. Long legs descended from the perch, tracing a path through the serrated stones. As the mist weakened with the decrease in proximity, the silhouette began to take form. Canine. He paused with surprise, watching the figure’s chest for any sign of movement; breath, life. Warily, his feet ate up the remaining space between the two until the male stood, hovering over the wolf. Brows pulled into concern.

Hello? Are you alright?

He gently nudged their shoulder. Body unbloated and malleable. Not dead - at least not yet.

Hey, He barked out, voice gruff, Hello!