Cerulean Cape Cause for hate and a cause for ending, it sounds so easy

While I still have time/space for another thread. Set April 1st.

Her anger seemed to come to a head when she crossed Nyx's heavily perfumed trail in the strand, and with her jealousy peaking, Wylla crossed Grimnismal's borders and headed down the coast. Something in her animal brain told her it wasn't a good time to be leaving, that she had things to attend to at home, but another part of her animal brain yearned to roam in search of something she couldn't find, and so she heeded it. That part served her purpose better, and she needed to get away and clear her head. So she set out under the chilly morning sky with her eyes trained on a cloud in the distance.

In her jaws was a splintered piece of driftwood, every inch covered in scores and teeth marks from her chewing. It did little to quell the surging rush of negativity inside her, but she carried it along anyway as a comfort and distraction. She passed the cliffs without much fanfare, and her mood seemed to lighten marginally. Her figure bobbed with her steps as she paced evenly down a decline toward rocky sand and rushing waves and she was compelled to flag her tail dominantly even in these no man's lands, as though her station need be announced to any who found her. She wasn't sure why, but Wylla went with it, driven by more than just her usual acerbic self to flaunt her authority.