Since the incident with her family, Hiana had been walking along the coastal line, head aching and just tired. She was sure now that her siblings hated her, and there was a significant chance that her mother was dead. How could she recover from that? There was no way to come back from that.
She should throw herself into the ocean, but even in her lost state, she still stayed well away from the coastal shore. The water crashing had become white noise to her ears, deafening her to all other sounds. Since almost drowning as a cub, dragged under the waves by a rip-tide, Hiana rarely if ever approached large bodies of water. She much preferred small watering holes, or even puddles if it came down to it. In fact, she had spent many months in the rogue lands dependent on the puddles that she came across, when her phobia would cripple her, and drive her to almost complete dehydration.
Hiana slowed her steps, and turned towards the ocean. Why had things turned out this way?
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Cetus was much more careful in his swimming now that his respect for the ocean had been rekindled. He had been warned of the dangers of the sea, both the water itself and the things that lived in it, but as he grew he had assumed that the others had been exaggerating. Just the other day, though, he had been caught in a rip tide, and his instinct to simply swim to shore had been very, very wrong. Thankfully there'd been two lionesses on shore to remind him to swim parallel to the land. He knew he'd never forget again.