Stavanger Bay oh what a wonder, oh what a waste

meant for @Witchbaby but AW I suppose!

It had been nearly a moon since her accident. Her physical health had returned fairly quickly, with ease of motion coming with the days gone by and her fur growing back into a thick black pelt. The Ravensblood wolves had been kind enough to her, and she spent her days pacing up and down the coast, hunting small game and watching the waves.

Her existence was quite lonely. She didn't talk much to anyone, and Varick, her only true friend--who had given her back her real name--was gone, vanished from the Wilds. She had been tolerated but not fully accepted by the pack in the bleeding forest. Thelxiope was kind; Samothes clever. But they weren't her friends, not really.

Miyako spent today by the bay, looking out to the sea. She thought often about giving herself up to the rolling expanse, to end this emptiness, though she figured that if she had been given back her life, atop that mountain, it must be meant for something. And at any rate, she was afraid to die: drowning would be a terrifying end.

But it had been a moon since she had woken up for the first time, and still--still!--she had little to no memories of her previous life. Nothing but faint traces of her family and the information Varick had given her, which was very little. She wanted desperately to build a new life, but with nothing, and with no one, she had no building blocks with which to do so.