Seaside Moors halcyon

The Sorceress stood at the edge of the moors, a statue carved in stone and obsidian. The wind tore at the sea, inciting it into anger, waves thrown upon the distant beach only to be dragged back and thrown again. Gulls cried, buffeted by the wind, and the creatures of the shore had slipped away to wait out the approaching storm. The wolf, however, did not move, instead scanning the sky, feeling the wind push through her fur and listening to the cries of the birds. There were an infinite number of signs the sea and the sky and the birds could convey, if only one would listen.