Sea Lion Shores the rebirth

continuing her abrupt departure from ironsea, sandpiper had headed north -- fording the unknown expanse with a resolved sense of confidence. it would do her good to leave for a bit, to clear her mind -- to get over how bitter she still was about rosalyn. the woman had at least tried to repair their frayed relationship, but sandpiper was having none of it. she was too young and too immature to let go that easily.

she had no earthly idea where she was presently, but as she wandered she caught a fire-kissed form in the distance. it was rare for her to behold a wolf cloaked in similar garments, and curiously she drew nearer. the she-wolf, clad in deep and enriching russet, appeared to be searching -- though for what, sandpiper hardly knew. she looked around them in puzzlement and at length offered a greeting by way of question: "lose something?" she had not caught the seaweed drying on the slabs ahead yet -- had she, she might have started with 'what are you even doing?' first.