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Well today was the day, excitement and nervousness vibrated through her entire body as she sat at the edge of her beach and stared out. It was something she did often, though she would never let her son know this. She wanted him to think that this island was the best place for them but really... Summer was here now and she didn't want to be stranded for winter. As much as she would love to sulk around out here for breeding season and avoid everything that might bring her yet another child she needed to find her friend... She needed to find Tan. Slowly head would tip back, lazy howl calling to her son even as she slowly stood. Hopefully he would be strong enough to make the swim, the currents could be tricky at low and high tide. Right now it looked alright but who really knew? He was getting big too, almost as big as her and still growing. His father had been a big male so it wasn't exactly surprising but still. It meant that if something happened that she wouldn't be able to help him. Maybe they should just talk about it first...
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That was what scared him most, the deep, black waters. Each day he grew bigger, and yet, the ocean seemed to only swell with the passing of days, growing wider and wider, deeper and darker as this day came ever closer. At times, the surface seemed to scream, tearing itself apart and leaving frothy white foam along the shore line, whereas other days, it was calm and still, a soft lapping over crystal sands. It was like that now, and yet, Aulë knew how quickly it could change. Hearing her call now, a quiet summoning, the pup would poke his head out of the den, the walls dry and warm, familiar weight pressing against his growing sides. He was a lanky thing now, a gangly thing that was nearly at the height of his mother, all legs and winding tail. the dappling mauve over his back twisted patterns through his lighter plum fur, pale white marks dotting through the tresses and leaving him like a tamed sky, neither brilliant in brightness, nor daunting in shadow. Sighing, pulling himself from the den, he moved towards the call, knowing where it would take him.
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She sat there, amongst the sand, the warm row that threw itself further out into the water than the rest of the shore. Pale pink shells littered the expanse between the forest edge, and the waters front. He crossed the distance, ears tilting back as he pressed his skull against her side, the steady weight of his tail draping over her own as he flopped down beside her. Even though he was nearly at her size, it was clear he was still but a child, a pup seeking the comfort from his mother at the knowledge of something new and potentially dangerous rearing up before him. He wanted to go, he really did. He just wasn't sure if he could make it.
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<font style="color:#732a38;"><b>"Talk here."</b></font>
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He would come after a time, probably occupying himself in some way or another. Funny what solitude made seem fun when all you wanted was company. But then when the only company was family sometimes it was best to be a part. She might as well have been a child herself with her mental state but yet here she was the adult in charge of another life. He would move slowly, a big male with massive flowing locks dragging behind him, funny how she still had no idea where that came from. He would saunter towards her before tossing his frame to the ground and staring out to the sea. Instead of following his gaze she would look at him, a soft sigh drifting from her lips as she smiled the smallest of smiles. Her boy... If she did nothing else in her life worth while he would be enough... "You have a choice to make..." She said softly. They could stay, if she was being completely honest they could defiantly stay. But they better question is, would they go crazy if they stayed on this island through the winter. "We can go now or we can wait out the winter and stay until spring." He was getting big, but could he make it? It would be a few more hours before low tide... It was the tide she had swum when she had come here and she had been pretty heavily pregnant. That meant he could probably do it... Right?

@Aulë
<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cantata+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="background: #040103 url('http://i.imgur.com/fNl65vl.png') no-repeat top; width: 500px; margin: 0 auto 0 auto;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 550px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: 'Cantata One', 'Georgia' serif; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; color: #371c24"><font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">T</font>he waves had always beat a rhythm he was familiar with, a lullaby that thrummed across the whole island. They were something he could not escape, the wet sands and the swish as they came in, only to wash back out again. He looked at them now, something that had once only been a picture on the wall. Sure, he had played in the shallows at one point or another, trapping one of the fish that hadn't managed to escape during low tide; but he had never been into the deep waters, the place where it changed from pale turquoise to a haunting black, pitch and shielding all that might exist in the depths below. Yet he knew, very soon, he would experience that feeling of the floor dropping out from under him, the dangers that lurked all to aware of him, while he was trapped to struggle against the surface. He could remember diving under the waves at one point, the strangely calm world compared to up top. He wandered than... was there wolves that lived in the sea? Surely there had to be some... somewhere.
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Pressed against his mother, he felt more than heard her first words, a comforting rumble that vibrated up through his ribs, and shivered along his spine. He listened to her, as he always did, ears falling back at the choice put before him. One one hand, going now would offer up the possibilities of experience, of seeing the world he had only gauged from a distance. But than, on another, he could wait, and grow stronger and more confident in his abilities of crossing the waters. But it would be near impossible to find adequate food on this island, the fish probably fleeing to some where else, warmer waters to survive the frigid winter. Surrounded by ocean as they were, it would only be colder for them here than it would be on the mainland. Pressing his cheek to Diones soft fur, Aulë looked out over the water, towards the smudge on the horizon. <font style="color:#732a38;"><b>"I want... to go."</b></font>
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<font style="color:#732a38;"><b>"Talk here."</b></font>
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