Shadewood the night of long fangs

just then as her brother spoke the wind lifted through the copse, carrying with it the light scent of brine. it was scarcely there, but it was perceptible - sandpiper lifted her muzzle to the wind and inhaled deeply the smell of fir, wet earth, and ever so faintly water and salt.

she would be happy to leave the forest behind her. it was not her element, and what adept skills she had for hunting before seemed nontransferable when it came to land prey. birds were just as fast as fish, and deer much too big to bring down of her own accord.

she lowered her muzzle and watched the roiling fur along her brother's neck. it was good he was here; in more ways than one, their combined temperaments and skills worked well together. she had never considered for a moment that they would not be successful in their endeavor to reclaim the depths. what could stop a cairn?

"it'd be nice to see it again." she returned, a sweep of her eyelids briefly concealing the molten intensity of her gaze.