Alpine Lake the stars shine for you, only you

As the young Morwinyon gazes at the beautiful sights above, she fixes her eyes instead on the one in front of her, capable of staring unabashedly and without being caught.  The starlight bent down to kiss the druid's fur and if there were any time to feel whole and swallowed by the gods it would be now. And that she did — with the wind ruffling her coat and at her paws how the sea came up and blanketed her paws to fall back away, over and over. You are welcome.  I felt as if you would not want to miss it.

These feelings stirring inside of her — both the longing for the sea and the sudden fixation of her friend — would have to be locked away by day but here caressed by darkness and salt and sand she felt safe and it was this that she had hoped for.  If she could not sleep peacefully she would remain awake at peace, thoughts and dreams be damned!

And it is here that she begins to shift into her womanhood, her potential (although it will — it must be tucked back down again) and it is visible because although this maturation might've happened once before she does not recall its feelings or its details.  The amnesia — knowing that she too could have a family, a pack out there that she had once called home! What habits and traits had manifested itself in this wretched body before? These thoughts had all but consumed the woman, even for the majority of their journey she had been quiet and contemplative.  What a terrible traveling partner she must've been!

But these thoughts could not overtake her — not here, not now, being graced by the heavens both above and below.  She danced playfully, darting in and out of the water and nipping at her friend's heels even though he was perhaps too imperial in nature to join her.  It was here she could be unbridled, not under the scrutinizing (albeit graceful) eye of the Vale and perhaps for a while not even in Tindómë.  She was still learning how to be a pack wolf, how to care for herself as much as she did others because she was still in the process of finding her own, a sense of self.

Once she tired from playing she collapsed in the sand, panting heavily but happily.  She afforded her companion a glance, and there it happened — the aforementioned hiding of this girl that had reared her wild head out of her most deep, hidden recesses.  Seabreeze felt a warmth seep into her gut, her cheeks, the marrow of her bones; embarrassed that she could let herself unravel in front of her future leader.

I — her voice caught in her throat and for a moment she felt like suffocating... like drowning, all over again but it was in her mind and not her body. No more words seemed to come to her and she could only stare with her mouth gaping slightly.

It is freeing here without the confines and duties of a pack.  I'm sorry.  She felt compelled to apologize for this childish behaviour although she knew adults played together as well — recessed feelings pooled back up to the surface of her mind because she somehow felt that adventure and play had been punished wherever she came from.