[ He pads silently down the shore, great paws leaving only the faintest marks in their wake as the sea washes them away. It's nothing intentional so much as natural, but the ground itself seems to resonate with the quiet impact of his steps.
The sun catches his mane like fire, a brilliant gold in the early morning light.
He does not change his course as he comes upon the other. He has no reason to and offers no hostilities. It is only when he is close enough for them to speak that he stops, just shy of the frozen sand.
Aslan says nothing, merely watches the other with a fathomless, knowing stare. ]
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The sun catches his mane like fire, a brilliant gold in the early morning light.
He does not change his course as he comes upon the other. He has no reason to and offers no hostilities. It is only when he is close enough for them to speak that he stops, just shy of the frozen sand.
Aslan says nothing, merely watches the other with a fathomless, knowing stare. ]