Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

indra had given mona the order to depart bearclaw and make her way to the coast, searching and inquiring as to lucas' whereabouts along the way. wary to be gone so long, at least a week, but desperate to breathe new air, mona had thankfully accepted.
making up her mind to visit what was left of donnelaith on the return journey, mona made her way as directly toward the shoreline as possible. the reward for her labours were a set of aching paws and a figue trimmed more leanly than before, but she had arrived.
breathless, mona found herself moving along the rocky shores, stumbling whenever her attention was enthralled in entirety by the dark and lapping expanse of water. she was fearful and exhilarated, her winter-thickening crimson pelt still unused to the lash of cold ocean winds. but yet beneath the pallour of the heavy moon, the little mayfair found contentment.
mona settled, the reclining figure further along quite unnoticed for now.