Blackbeak Bluff So this is what power looks like

Pearl had lost the war in her mind. Her desire to see the ocean had overpowered the one that claimed it would be better to lay eyes on it with others. She had tipped off Dante saying that she was going to check out the new land, as she would, in time. They weren't moving for a little while, so she had a few days to herself to figure out what on earth to do when living at the coast. The logical side of her justified her outing as a time to learn about hunting the new prey she would find there, so she wouldn't be completely useless when the rest of the pack was. 

A cooler, drizzly day it had turned out to be, perfect for observing the intensity of the salty expanse. Pearl approached the Bluff with hesitancy, not knowing what the roaring noise that filled her ears was. It must be the ocean, but how it reached this volume was a mystery. She heard a monstrous crash, and deep-sounding splashing. Interest and curiosity drove her to the beckoning bluff, and her senses were overwhelmed with the salt-laced air. The horizon seemed to clash with the water, light gray mixing with the dark, stormy water capped with foam. Her attention was fully devoted to watching the swirling dark blue as she stopped dangerously close to the edge. The roaring and crashing was more intense than ever, and the salty spray now reached her paws and settled on her pale fur. She sat, letting herself be lost in the noise and become one with the ocean. 

There she sat, a white wolfess in a field of grays and tainted blues. The pearl had finally come home to the ocean. But there was something pulling at her - someone to enjoy this with.