Ankyra Sound frigid waters

Strand could not see the ocean through the trees, but she could hear it. The fact that many of the giant sequoia trees were felled was a testament to the destruction that the coast had endured. She wondered… A tsunami? Was the destruction also further inland? Not that she cared about that. She intended to stay along the coastline, as she always had. The rest of the area could take care of itself. She rather liked this new rugged, broken coastline. It matched her personality better to see felled trees and other things every now and then. 

Finally, there was a break in the trees up ahead. A white strip of beach could be seen. She trotted the rest of the way, her limp more pronounced with her faster movement. What she expected to see there she did not know. She was only happy to be looking at the ocean again, as if daring it to come and swallow her up once more. “Come and take my memories again, you bitch,” she yelled, her voice carried away by the wind. Then she stood, grinning fiercely and letting the frigid water wash over her paws.