Cerulean Cape take me to your waters, lay me on your shore

She admits she has no other information of the wolf she’d run in to. If she’d been angry, there’s no telling where she’s going and if she’d return. There had been something near the sound she’d mentioned once but she hadn’t made the time to go see it. The fact someone has seen her doesn’t give her any more clues than she had before and so she sighs with defeat.

The dark wolf speaks again and her grey eyes scan off toward the ocean that she looks, white caps forming farther back than usual. The request seems silly but she feels the weight of it, even if she can’t decipher the meaning. When she throws her head over her shoulder, expecting an answer, Thuringwethil slowly shakes her head. She scans the rest of her before tearing away and turning the rest of her form to return the way she’d came.

“I must go,” she says despite the churn of her stomach.