Sea Lion Shores song of my home [IC joining]

A black Mackenzie Valley wolf was running by the seashore, her huge paws throwing bits and chunks of yellow, wet sand as she ran. Her running was powerful and tireless and her jump - far, yet it somehow seemed as if she would trip on those paws any second now.

The wolf's pace descended to a calm trot as she enjoyed the sun of the evening. Her tongue was lolling out but she didn't seem tired by any measure.

How long had she been gone? She didn't know, she didn't count seasons. Must be long, she left as a lanky, clumsy teenager and came back as a lanky, clumsy adult.

Eddie smiled at the memory of her as a young pup running along the seashore, howling to the wind and splashing around in the shallow water, tumbling on her own paws.

And so the she-wolf howled long and hard, to the memory of the old days, howled till her strong swimmer's lungs gave out and she started wheezing.