Cerulean Cape in front of me

Nova Rose had been cranky of late, and she fully blamed it on her own broad mind, but nonetheless had felt she needed to take a leave from the willows. A test run, really, to see if the elder woman could live on her own at the end of such a famine, or even if she could leave Grace at all. 
Early evening the day before, Nova had crossed the borders and walked on, on, on, all night. She stopped for water breaks, the spare rodent or two should fate wish it, maybe a short breather once or twice damn these old bones. When the sun rose, she found them shining on the beach. For a while, she enjoyed the scenery, laying on the cool sand and waiting until her heart rate and breathing were slow and calm. Sleep threatened to take her, but she was up and off again before long.
As the sun rose higher, she found the pools of sunlight too tempting to resist, and sprawled herself out on a warm rock. The sun lit up her already golden pelt, warming it almost at once and giving her a homey feeling. Her spectral eyes closed, but her ears were erect and listening, maybe a twitch of her nose every minute or two, the only show that she was awake for those sharp-eyed. There was a male downwind, but she couldn't tell yet if he was coming closer or not.