The Sentinels just like a moonlight and a tide

The words the coastal woman spoke made sense and Andromaque nodded. She had grown up with the woods and valleys and pastures and that was what she liked. She watched the waves, cautious of the ocean -- it was wild, untamed, and could turn at every moment. The russet fae looked to the wolf and caught the smile that plagued her lips and couldn't help but smile in return. Andromaque followed, shivering as the water seeped into her fur. She splashed through the waves, feeling it pull at her body as she moved closer to the wolf whose name she still did not know, but now -- as the waves pulled at her and the sand slipped underneath her paws -- did not seem like the appropriate time to introduce herself. Andromaque splashed around, wading deeper into the water, feeling rocks and shells underfoot.