Cerulean Cape See, it works in monkeys.

With the rush and flail of water upon the shore came the sharp inhale and exhale of wind, a breath that swept in and over the land- before pulling back out again, toward the water. She'd longed to feel the flex in the air since she and her family had left- and it felt reassuring to be standing on the shore, gazing across the waters toward the island that had once been her home again. The land bridge was still there, but she wasn't sure just yet if she wanted to revisit her homelands immediately. She wanted to take a day or two to simply remember the shorelines before she wandered back to the place of her birth, as much as it seemed to call to her. 

Along the shoreline she saw arching bones- ribs that stood up and nearly touched at the tips, creating a pathway in the sand where it had risen to cover the whale's spine. She remembered the day that she'd found the whale, beached and still half alive. It still hurt her heart to see the bones there, bleached by the wind, salt water and sunlight. But it was a reminder that nothing was permanent- and that life was full of change. Not all changes were bad, though. 

She'd grown up, and had turned into a beautiful young woman. Her coat of finespun beige was long and silky, and ruffled gently in the breeze, and the darker guard hairs of her dorsal stripe rose and fell in the wind the way a field of wheat might lift and bow. She moved along the shore with a calm, serene grace, fluid movements silent as her pawsteps left behind no sound in the sand, only perfect pawprints. This was her home- and she had returned to claim it.