Sequoia Coast born into cruelty and crooked form

Solpallur's solitude was shortlived. Out of the cover of night Raleska's form broke, luminant gaze resting on the shadow that seemed transfixed by the shimmering waves as they lapped over an unforgiving and cold shore.

Raleska had better sense than to approach him immediately. For a while she studied him as he studied the seacaps -- but after a while the wind shifted and he was sure to pick up her scent somewhere behind him. She made no move to hail the stranger, for she was well past the days of being warm and kind to strange men at night.