Cerulean Cape the dog's half eaten buffalo ear

Traveling up the coast in the winter hadn’t been one of the best decisions Havelock has made but the thought of parting from the waves seemed impossible.  She’d been born on the coast, grew up with waves crashing around her, and the comfort that wraps around her on the loneliest of days and days she’s pained with hunger, it’s enough to soothe her and lull her to sleep each night and greet her the next day.

She’d past by several packs but her paws didn’t want to stop; if she stopped, she might have to come face to face with what she’d left behind and she’s not sure’s she’s ready for that. For now, she’s been able to get by, and if there’s a chance encounter with another wolf along the shoreline—as close as she can remain—then so be it. And the wolf she spots in the distance gets bigger as she approaches, her scent masked in the heavy layers of salt while the wind rushes back out to sea.

When Havelock is close enough, she barks, hoping to draw attention away from the other’s chew toy. The signs of winter doesn’t seem to touch him nearly as much as those she’s seen, or even herself, and she finds herself eager to meet him.