Sea Lion Shores The Tears Fall

A torbie pelt emerged from the brush as Renn trotted delicately across the landscape, her eyes still cloudy from sleep but her ears on full alert. She'd be lying if she said she got a good nights sleep. Yawning quietly to herself, the femora continued forward in her relaxed gait, returning once more to follow the trails of two wolves. The most recent seemed fresh and healthy whilst the other was overshadowed with a sadness Renn didn't understand.