Horizon Ridge Nothing can stop us, even the night that falls all around us

She eventually seated herself upon a dune, the wind tugging at her pale, dappled fur as she squinted out over the sea. Pied thought she saw black find out there and it sent a shudder down her spine. She'd grown up near the sea and had always loved the seashore, yet now it was forever marred by that fateful attack. She wondered if she'd ever be able to walk near the water again without anxiety twisting her guts. Her lips pinched together.

Someone shouted her name, mildly startling her. The Gamma turned, ears pricking as her eyes clapped upon a familiar, sandy figure. "Oh, hey, Thistle," she said, thumping her tail on the sand. "I was just musing over whether I'll ever be able to go near the water again. I'm glad you arrived when you did; my mood was about to spiral..." Her lips twitched. "How're you doing?" she asked in the next breath.