Blackbeak Bluff ullus

She had come from the west. Keeping the sea on her left she travelled along the coast at a steady trot of 5mph, she had originally planned to keep going until she had reached the end of the world, a childish idea. Now, with her stinging pads and windswept fur she had begun to change her mind. Auriel never wanted to see another human ever again, yet this land seemed so wild, so untouched. The she-wolf was just deciding to take a break when she saw a not-so-distant silloute against the sky, gazing out at the waves. Auriel came to a halt, the sea breeze covering the strangers scent with that of brine and fish.

Her golden fur shone in the sun as she continued on, her steps delicate as she picked her way over the stones. Auriel was not a pup, being nearly three years old one would think she had more sense, more experience. This was untrue. She had spent most of her life at a wolf sanctuary, this was her first four months in the wild. She barked a greeting, standing at a safe distance. She could still not catch the strangers scent, and so she stoof stiff, ready to flee at any second. This stranger was not the first wild wolf she had met, yet they scared her all the same, despite her size.