Ankyra Sound there's a place I have dreamed of

She darted between the sequoias, ears pressed forward and tail swinging uncertainly at her hocks. The sky overhead was overcast and dark, evening setting in earlier than she'd expected, while the brisk coastal wind buffed her fur. She felt dwarfed alongside the monoliths, gaze darting up the trunks of the largest, and skimming along those of the fallen. The sky promised a storm, and already flurries had begun to fall. Yet it was not this that had the girl's tail flick with agitation; rather, it was the thick wolfscent that served to block her access to the beach she'd visited not a month prior. 

She knew truly that the little, magical place was taken when she came across the border, pausing a few week back as she tried, to no avail, to catch a glimpse of the surf she could dimly hear. Disappointment swirled in her chest as she paused, not quite ready to turn around and walk back the way she'd come. There was nowhere to find the little glass pieces in the packlands, and she'd grown to love her little collection dearly.