Sea Lion Shores what vexes all men? a woman

finally i can reply to this♥♥♥ - i wanted to wrap some other threads and straighten mae's timeline! 

Unaware of the damage the recent storm had brought upon the territories near the coast, the fiery Sveijarn had spent the past few days retracing her steps back west. She had liked the mountains, she had enjoyed the lake, she had loved the little meadow she had found afterwards, but most of all, she had missed the sea. 
Plus, seashells were one of Maera's weakness, and her den would need some housewarming decorations.

Shortly after arriving to the coastal lands of the Wilds, Maera had found herself a den, this time, replacing Neverwinter for Ravensblood forest. Despite her liking for the sea, Maera still felt more comfortable sleeping inland than near the shore - even if she found the waves' back and forth to be a soothing lullaby she felt less lonely when surrounded by trees.

Night was still hours away but dinner was overdue. With her tail straightened out behind her and her nose hovering above the ground Maera left the forest and headed towards the shore. She trotted around caprisiously, her direction changing erratically as she searched for either food or treasure - whichever came first.