Her paws fell upon the grasses of valleys then the shale of mountain passes and the grit of desert slopes. The ground had given way to the foliage-carpeted loam of forest floors to the sands of a coast where the sea touched the earth.
Graeae trailed along at the fawn's heels like a shadow, occasionally bumped affectionately by the mother wolf as her gait fell into a lazy lope that sent sand into the air with each kick.
The coffee-pelted woman would slow from a canter in a skidding movement that was more filly than wolf - digging honey paws deeply into the dunes as she lurched herself to a stop.
Her coral gaze would rise to her daughter's orbs of sky, questioningly silently if she wished to investigate the lower paths and find whether the shore below would serve as a suitable safe harbor for the Marinus clan.
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