Gilded Bay your bones are the spires of Stockholm

The male offers her little when it comes to finding fresh water and she frowns, glancing back down to the tide pools by her feet. She could go the way he’d come, but she remains still, wondering if she’d have better look if she continues to move north and find a veering off the main land. She would find it, she always does.

Something seems to spoke the male and she glances up quickly, just as he’s speaking and another jumps from a stone up ahead. Her ears splay back against her head and she stiffens, watching carefully of the other until he disappears from view. Her companion decides to bolt and a shiver runs up her spine, unsettling her to the point that she moves too, the way she’d been headed from the beginning. 

Wynonna looks back, only once, to make sure the stranger that hid does not follow, and she equally disappears further down the coast.

Wynonna exits.