Gilded Bay call me from the depths of an ocean so deep

@Tytonidae :) just assuming that tytonidae would be marking borders/ leaving her scent around the plateau but let me know if otherwise! 

The sand shifts beneath weary feet and he does not take an immediate liking to the feeling, unsteady. His paws have felt the glide of plains flowing beneath him, the movement of stalks of grain and grass parting around him. This endless mass of dirt pushed from an endless mass of water is unlike the nature of his homeland, the polar opposite. There is a certain calamity missing, and he reminds himself that this is not Rhaesh Dahaan and he is no longer Dothraki. It is an era he has since left in the past, and while he will forever be by blood tethered to its legacy, he has chosen to discard it in the back of his mind where he can no longer be identified as that of a heathen. 

He prowls aimlessly onward, traveling south in the direction of inland, ignorant of the marks of claim scattered close and far away from where he moves. It is a tendency he will shake loose in time, but from a young age he had been taught that the Dothraki knows no boundaries; there is not a land he cannot roam and no territory he cannot cross. Perhaps it is seemingly fated that he should stumble across the faint but otherwise distinct sign of a claim, and another, nearby and choose to ignore it.

She knew from past experience that her claim would not hold until she had the wolves to back it up. And while her followers were growing, they still didn't have the numbers (nor the organization) to solidify their claim. In time, though, they would. As the days wore on, Ty became more and more confident that the plateau would become their first home. It would certainly not be their last, as she couldn't imagine staying there forever, but it would suffice as a starting point.

The gradual slope that led to the sandy shores was an easy one, unlike the southern and eastern cliffs that gave way to the plains below. Ty could rarely stand to stay put in one place for more than a few days, and soon she was heading west and north along the coast, the crashing of the waves a pleasant sound against a pleasant landscape.

A rather... surly looking fellow caught her eye, and Tytonidae woofed at him apprehensively in an attempt to grab his attention.

While a “home base” over the last few days has been nice, making it easier on her to find Silas, she doesn’t always spend her time there. The plateau is large and plentiful and easily accessible to the ocean, where she likes to keep most of her days. It is all she remembers, for the most part, aside from the travel with her parents that led her from it. She’d grown up along the coast and if she hadn’t been told differently so many months ago, she’d have believed she’d been born by the water as well.
 
The scent of Titan crosses her nose once she departs from the plateau, following along absentmindedly. It isn’t until the dark form of the woman is up ahead that she realizes she’s followed her all the way. She does not look past her to see the stranger in the distance but she offers a smile—even if she can’t see it—and wags her tail. Her feet scuffle against the sandy ground beneath her, making her approach rather noisy, as she slowly approaches her new companion.

He must've been spooked, for he quickly skittered away. Tytonidae frowned, but she tried not to let it get her down. There were plenty of other wolves in this world... she just had to find the right ones to bring together. It was all part of the process. That was what she told herself, anyway. Somebody else was approaching, anyhow, and Tytonidae turned away from the receding figure to find Qilaq smiling at her.

Of course, Ty returned the smile. "Qilaq! How are you doing?" Idle chit-chat wasn't her strongest suit, but it certainly wasn't her weakest. Making conversation hadn't come to her easily as a child, as she'd been a shy thing, but it was a skill she had learned along the way. The two chatted for a bit, eventually deciding to go on a leisurely hunt.