Wheeling Gull Isle golden hour

@Steelhead

She was home.

Actually, she had been home for some time in the most corporeal sense.  Her paws had touched the shores more than a week ago.  But it had taken her some time to get back into her usual routine, caught up instead with the grief of losing her last daughter to the Wilds.

It was different with Yakone than it had been with Nunataq and Marten.  Maybe one day her snowfurred daughter would return to Undersea.  Maybe she wouldn't.  'Io could only pray that whatever gods were out there would keep her safe.

She was doing better now.  Komodo had guided her through it more than anything.  Once it was out of her hands and off of her chest, it was a little easier to rise in the mornings and to bed at night.  

Morning had come and gone and afternoon was in full swing as she trailed anxiously along the waters.  She'd still never gotten used to the sea, how it seemed to swallow and eat wolves whole, and each time a wave would get too close she would reel backwards, barking with her hackles raised.