Cerulean Cape Settled in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket

Thresher remained near the coast, having not found something substantial to take her elsewhere. She pined for a family that might stay with her near the ocean, for a home where she could listen to the waves roll against the shore every minute of every day, heralding the dawn and singing her a lullaby before she went to sleep. It did not seem as though many wolves frequented this area and stayed around for long...Many came and left, but she did not see any sign, in this area, that anyone lived here and it disappointed her. She did not rove very far, of course, and tended to spend her nights sleeping surrounded by the whale's jawbones on the shore, the same whale she had seen beach itself a year ago. She felt comforted giving the whale company and respect, leaning gently against the sun-bleached bones that lay there in the sand, slowly sinking further beneath the soft grains that were blown and tossed over the bones. 

She was probably only ten or fifteen metres from where the waves reached at high tide; it had been quite a storm that had brought the whale that high up on the shoreline, but it seemed as though it had willingly allowed itself to be placed there as it slowly died. It was unusual, then, when she noticed that the waves came within five metres of her chosen resting place during high tide that day, without there being any sign of a storm in sight. She was sensitive to change, but inexperienced enough that she could not read what it meant. She was impressed, and wondered maybe if there wasn't simply a full moon that dragged the waters so high. Regardless, it didn't stress her out terribly. She left to meander along the shoreline, so she could watch and see if the tide would come in any higher that afternoon, which was slightly overcast but otherwise fairly calm.