Konah shuts his eyes and inhales the clean smell of the costal air. It had been a long journey to the edge of The world and he was grateful to finally rest his aching paws.
He admires the view before him, a crystalline coast, dotted with magnificent spires of rock jutting out from the sea line. He listens to the hypnotizing sound of the waves crashes against them, the pattern only broken every once in a while by the shrill shriek of a seabird.
Just below, he could make out the shouts of his younger brothers playing in the sand. He cranes his head over the edge, they were quite a ways down. He watched as they chased each other through the cove, plumes of dust rising behind them. He knew they would be complaining about the grains hidden in their pelts the entire trek back.

He jumps as something cold and wet drips onto his flank.
He turns, hackles raised, to see his elder brother standing over him with a grin, his fur soaked with seawater. “Ach! Azuli!” His once dry fur now sticking to him in clumps, Konah huffs. “I didn’t want to get wet!”
“Aw come on,” Azuli’s eyes were concealed by dribbling strands of wet mane but his muzzle was curled into a smug grin. “What’s the point of coming to the sea if you don’t want to get wet?”
He plants his haunches next to Konah and shakes vigorously.
“Ugh,”
However much Konah enjoyed his families annual visits to the edge of the world he did not like the water. His brothers often tease him about having a fear of water, something of which he adamantly rebuts. But he couldn’t deny the eerie feeling the deep ocean gave him. What was this great expanse really hiding? Something so calm and tranquil must be deceiving him? Mustn’t it?