Dragoncrest Cliffs every time you move like that, I got to get down and pray

It was exciting to be near the sea again; Journey hadn't had much occasion to visit for several years, by now. She breathed in the salt air as she made her way down the coast, still feeling coltish and spry despite her age.

With her tail waving gaily at her hocks, she came upon the borders of another pack. This one was much further out from the strange cluster they'd found in the valley, and Journey found herself feeling a bit more comfortable than she had in the overlapping territories of a few days' past. Even so, she wished for Balarina's shadow to be draped over her shoulders; once one experienced the safety and confidence that came with being friends with a puma, it was difficult to go back!

Journey lifted her head to howl for an audience anyway. She'd made it this far without becoming a meal to more than a few mosquitos. She believed in her heart that today was not the last day she'd annoy a few strangers.

Another visitor. The voice called to her and the sea breeze carried the scent of a female into Shadess direction. In most instances she would be happy for a woman to visit them, yet the last one had left Shadess with a sour taste in her mouth. Thus, she did not know what to make of it. 

Trotting along the beachside and into the black phase gray wolf's direction, she barks out in greeting until she draws nearer, for which she then speaks, Welcome to de sea of Sapphique. What brings you to our land?