Sequoia Coast remembering the good ol' days

The coast once again drew her to it. She had not been to this coast in many moons, but every inch of it was still familiar. Every breath she took was sharp and tasted of salt. It reminded her of times that had long since past, of wolves she had been fond of now to never be seen again. Eyes felt misty as she watched the sun settle in the sky. She spent hours sitting on the beach, simply watching the waves crash into the sand, the water occasionally lapping at her paws.

It was all she could do, the weight of everything that this place made her remember heavy on her chest. Of beasts and fae and things she had spent so long driving from her memory, all flooding back at once. She closed her eyes.