Sequoia Coast the saltwater in the air

Somewhere things were changing. Here things were changing, but Catori did not know what nor where, these were not her lands and she had explored to her heart's content. Still her paws itched to more, the Spiritwalker sticking to the shoreline where she could. There was a pack she had avoided, uninterested in the bickering of wolves and their motives. She had mostly avoided the ranks, raising up through them with her family because of longevity and her level head; she was the peacekeeper, the one who listened - and it was a commodity few could claim and actually back up. She could hear the sea, she could watch it, staying close to the familiar because it soothed her soul. Too far inland and she became almost itchy - longing for the safe and familiar. 

Beneath her the sands were growing where the grasses had dominated before and above her the sun shone bright on her pale fur. She was in good spirits, as usual, though her thoughts frequently passed back to her brother and father and mother and the soon to come shift of the reigns. She knew that Chelan was the better obvious choice. He could do for the pack what she would not - ruling was not what she was meant to do.