Ocean's Breath Plateau The Claw

She passed the borders of the Donnelaith pack, up to her shoulders in saltwater until she cleared the stand of trees. As the expanse of sand filled her views, the wench pulled herself onto the land. She shook her pelt, though she was still dripping as she walked up the bay into the plateau.

The onset of winter and the pressure of more packs near their own territory...ugh. She was stressed. Maude's ears twitched with annoyance at thought. This...tie-lig, whatever, they were way too close. Couldn't they be on the other side of the Donnelaith pack, like here? Fookin' bastards, wot who do dey t'ink dey are, huh? She muttered. Muttered was an understatement. She was being quite loud about her anger.