shaken not stirred - open; digging

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I DON'T CARE WHO I MIGHT HURT ALONG THE WAY, I'M FUCKING SINKING

The last thing he wanted to do was start looking for a house or whatever it was they stayed in around here. That would make things seem more permanent, against his wants. He knew that Valianté was just looking out for him but he wished he would actually listen to him for once. But he would also be lying if he didn't say he was obedient to his father and his wishes too. The man had raised him on his own, rescued him from a false family and everything to keep him safe. Regardless he guessed that the old man was looking for some place suitable and so he had decided to do something else with his time. Making holes. Though he was also wondering if there was anything buried around here. The desert and stuff like that was always prone to treasures, books and legends always talked about it so why not give it a go.

He had spent the better part of the day digging to his hearts content. Marbled body covered in find grains of sand. A lot of the beach had holes now, some shallow and some deep. If someone wasn't paying attention they could end up tripping in one. But the borzoi didn't really think about that. Instead he was digging right now, throwing sand up behind him in furious waves that sailed through the air. Until he it something and an excited grin pulled across his muzzle. Scrapping claws he managed to pull the small box up out of the dirt and he sniffed, trying to detect what it could be.

SAUVIGNON - 11 MONTHS - PALM GLADES

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