Cerulean Cape champions of the sun

Chusi remembered the day she first saw the Sea - the sandy beach and the smell of salty air. Strange how she failed to notice these little things now that she had spent a great portion of her life right beside it. Never before had she gotten so used to something; her life had been a mess before the mute ink-blob whom she had called "Darky" had found her. She wondered what had become of the woman - of Szymon and Doe and their puppies Chusi had been allowed to visit a while back. Even about Zephyr's life did she wonder; had he stolen any more girls from their mother just to leave them stranded at the beach? Had they found someone like Arturo?

The story of the Butterfly of the Coast was both a sad and a happy one; one of losing and finding something one held closest to the heart. From family to family, Chusi had been passed down like an unwanted burden no one knew how to deal with. That was all until she was asked to join a Family - a strange coy-wolf the only one who dared to claim the warrior as his own. She would never dirty the Fearghal name.

The present soon caught up with her when a dripping she-wolf came from the Sea's embrace - straight toward the girl from a bleeding forest like no other. "Ahoy" was not a greeting she recognised, but she nodded nonetheless. What did she want? Why was she swimming while the winter had only just passed? The little Fearghal found the thought of the cold water in her pelt yet again concerning and uncomfortable. Hullo. She greeted somewhat chipper, nodding out of respect for an older soul.