Ankyra Sound The Place of Shoaling Waters

The lonely woman had tried to stay along the water as much as possible, but quickly the vibrant white sand had turned to darkening mud and teetered off into the green grass she was much more accustomed to. Although the sounds of the ocean remained her faithful companion she had stumbled upon a rocky cliff, which only pushed to enlighten her further. Her surrounding were ever changing as she marched through the unknown neutrals she hadn't had the chance to explore previously. Although Shalon refrained from staying in any area for long, in fear that she would be left with her lonesome self. It was almost tragic that she had come to depend on her pack so much. She could remember a time before when she had been disgusted with the idea of needing to find comfort in others. Even when she had been part of the Court aside from Alder and Aspen she had felt like an outsider, aloof from the others. Prefering her own thoughts, than the company of her small family. However know that she could not seek them out, or was more unwilling to feel the shame of facing them, Shalon found that there was a sharp pain of loss deep within her being.

She had been lost in thought when she found her paws once again sinking in the sand. Pausing in her journey, she realized she had found a rather quiet beach. On one side there was a dark forest, and the other a field that bleed into another set of cliffs. Once again in awe of the surrounding scene Shalon was distracted from her thoughts.