Salt

A cold, autumn rain had swept the coast just after dawn and left a soupy mist in its wake. Only the distant sounds of breaking waves alluded to the ocean as Aisling made her way through Monolith forest. Oh, how she loved it here. The dense trees and rocky bluffs reminded her of the Loch back home, where her blood kept watch over their claim. She had traveled to Teekon once before as a younger women - only to return to Beryl Forest - but wanderlust had struck again. 

Her four beautiful children had grown, yet the love for the man she had once called mate became distant. Arranged marriages hardly ever truly blossomed. However Aisling was a dutiful women and love him as any wife could love her husband. He was good to her, as she was to him, and they had provided for one another when times were lean. It was their promise... their responsibility... yet there had been no affectionate ministrations during their bittersweet parting. Aisiling had said her goodbyes with watery eyes, but didn't look back once she disappeared into the haze.

The sea cooed a familiar lullaby as she searched for signs of a nearby pack. Many scents lingered in the sound she had passed, but they were stale and old. It seemed these beautiful lands had been forgotten, though she could not blame the natives.