The Sentinels just like a moonlight and a tide

The roar of the ocean had faded into the background by now as she had grown accustomed to it. This wasn't her first time on the coast, either -- Andromaque had a growing love for the sea, but it was nothing like the mountains that she now called home. "Many things -- mostly the way she treats her people," Andromaque said, shoulders rolling in a shrug -- she didn't care to elaborate much. 

She listed as the she-wolf described why she loved the ocean. The only thing Andromaque was the sand -- it was coarse, irritating, found it's way into her fur and refused to leave it. "The only thing I disagree with is your fondness of sand," she said with a bit of humor in her voice. She turned to the water, rose from where she had settled and moved closer to it and waited for the waves to come and lap at her paws.

"We could swim," she said, wondering how cold the water had grown as autumn took hold of the world around them.