Wheeling Gull Isle ain't no spring or fall at all anymore

Setting: At the mouth of The Quiet.
Time: Midday
Weather: Cloudy, 36F

Natshana stood just outside the cavern she made her den in, trying in vain to soak up even an ounce of sunlight.  Her moonlit gaze was combing through the clouds, silently pleading with them to part.  They offered no such reprieve, of course, and she eventually lowered her eyes.  She loathed the winter.  Long gone were the days where she could find a nice rock to lie upon and sun herself while her herbs dried.  Now she was lucky if she saw the sky at all through the cloud-cover.

She sighed softly and let her eyes wander over the shoreline.  It had been a few weeks since she had joined Yuèlóng, and it was starting to feel like more of a home than a fleeting place of shelter.  Though she missed mainland forests, Wheeling Gule Isle offered her woodlands when she really needed them.  Beach life wasn't horrible in the slightest.  It was a different style of living that she couldn't find much fault with, aside from the constant stink of saltwater and brine.

Her paws shuffled as she rose to stand and stretch.  She couldn't sit and do nothing, sun or no sun.  Perhaps she could collect some driftwood for her den.

@Aimi