Lion Head Mesa and if you could still see the moon

He continued to stare out toward the horizon, mismatched eyes never trailing from the farthest point where sea and sky blurred together in a stormy haze. It both intrigued and frightened him at the same time. While he was still some distance from where Braenar and his father stood, a part of him wished to draw nearer while another part wanted to turn back. Ira's voice broke the yearling's muddied thoughts, though only a velvet ear was canted in the paler wolf's direction.

He spoke of the constellation Capricorn, and how the goat originated from a salt water sea larger than the land itself. Carrying on, he noted that his own mother had been born in this sign, and told of how their ancestors had come from the shores far from his birthplace. Curious, Braenar turned his head to look upon his father's face, and was met with questioning green eyes. "This could be that surf," he acknowledged with a wave of his tail, finding that linking the sea to their family made it significantly less terrifying.