Bohdiayra
Why are you so petrified of silence? Can you handle this .. ?


With her soaking pelt giving her more weight than she was used to Bohdiarya pushed her way out from the salty liquid. The water dripped from her paws as she lifted them from the below the surface. Tear like drips ran rivers down her muzzle. Leaping on to the white sand, with a new found energy that seemed to flow through her, she shook her body so that any excess water was flung from her fur. Her deep blue eyes scanned the beach but where she was standing she could see no one, except the odd sea bird.

Sniffing with her nose held high in the air, something she had recognise her mother doing often, she could smell the familier scent of trees. Her ears pricked forward to wards the only thing she recognised here. Sand covered her paws as she set off along the beach, her tracks soon washed away by the tide. The sound of the steady waves calmed her and although the young wolf should have been even more cautious it gave her strength.

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