This brought a smile to her face. "I have always thought of the grass as a sea. Its good to know that someone else thinks so too. I too want to see the sea some day."
"Perhaps when I'm old and still handsome, I'll go see it. Don't know where it is exactly, but still, if it is to be it shall, if not, I'll die trying at least. You can come, could use the company"
Zola woke up from her sleep and stretched, digging her claws into the cool earth. The sun was already hot, so she set off towards the river at a jog, intending to swim or at least get wet.