The Sentinels just like a moonlight and a tide

Andromaque understood the draw of the coast, the briny scent and the sound of waves crashing against rock and shifting sand. It was the reason she had descended from the mountains -- to see the sea again and watch the coastal birds soar overhead. A hint of a sigh -- a heavy, mildly disappointed breath -- slipped past charcoal nose and she listened to the wolfess speak. "I can understand that," she said, teal eyes trained on the wolf's expression.

"We've settled down in a valley between the mountains for now. Everyone is kind and dedicated," she started, not exactly sure how to explain the Court. There was not much to tell. "The leader is wise, strong -- I respect her more than I have anyone," Andromaque praised, keeping her voice monotone. "What is it about the coast that you like?" she asked, trying to keep a conversation going. She had grown interested in the coastal wolf.