Cerulean Cape we threw away the time

After begging @Poet to keep silent about her departure - for the time being, at least - Sif had gone out from the valley and into the taiga, skirting the pack that had cropped up there in order to reach the coast. She'd sniffed around the outskirts of Ingram's pack, but when the dark male did not appear, she continued on her way, heading back toward the bay where she'd been born.

She stopped, however, when a familiar scent reached her nose. It was deceptively familiar; she knew the scent from somewhere, but she couldn't place a face to it. The dark girl spent some time wandering that area, trying to figure out which direction it was coming from.

There. An island in the distance. Quite suddenly, Sif felt a searing urge to be on that craggy, jutting fin.

She was about to step into the water when the approach of another drew her attention. "Hi," she called out, intrigued by the odd shape and coloration of the other creature. Was it a wolf? It smelled like wolves.