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White sand and palm trees. An unreasonable amount of water. Things he had never cared to see before. Traveling the world in his previous life, one would think he'd visited a beach at some point. If he had, it certainly hadn't left enough of an impression to matter. The silvered canine kept a respectable distance from the tide, watching the waves crawl across the shore before retreating again.

The ocean seemed determined to repeat the process forever. A waste of effort. Pitiful in his aqua eyes.

Dried dirt clung stubbornly to his fur. As he stretched and rose from beneath the shade of a palm tree, faint glints of silver caught the sunlight through his coat. Warm sand shifted beneath his paws with every step. Annoying.

Then he saw it. A flash of bright aqua in the distance. Not the ocean. Too concentrated. Too vibrant.

His silver tipped ears flicked forward. The color belonged to a bundle of fur sprawled near the shoreline. For a moment, he simply stared. A cock of his head, she had mixtures of sand and blue colorations intertwined in her fur.

The thing looked less like a creature and more like something the sea had grown tired of carrying. A reject. He thought to himself. Why was she glowing? This was the first time here he had seen that.

Blue eyes narrowed as he approached. Sand crunched softly beneath his paws before he finally stopped a short distance away. All in case she lunged for him. A thick Russian accent rolled from his tongue. What are you doing?
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