Cerulean Cape lullabies of the lost

Finally, finally.. her paws reached the sea. She had followed the river, roved across the sandy shores, then went right to where the waves began to lick up onto the land. Once there, she decided to head northward with a new-found electricity in her veins in the company of one of nature's most powerful aspects -- the ocean.

She took care to get her paws wet and slick her underbelly with briny water. It was chilly, but far from unbearable. With her coat still in the process of shedding out for the winter and the springtime temperatures rather balmy, the dark alpha welcomed it. That and she had once spent months smelling like the sea.

For the span of the next several miles, she was at least vaguely familiar with the place. The memory was distant, but slowly coming back as sight and scent alike brought her closer. Yet, it had changed in its subtle ways. As nature was apt to do.

Since she had rested and fed, she was prepared to travel for a while if she could. Sooner or later she suspected she might encounter a pack.. but until then, she would greedily skim the coastline, even as night crept ever closer.