Sequoia Coast remembering the good ol' days

She could not help but agree -- the cold seeped into her bones and stayed there for moons while winter raged. Andromaque followed his gaze to the water with a huff and a nod of agreement.

This place had been beautiful.

Especially when she was there. Andromaque barely remembered her but she still sometimes haunted her dreams.

"I've known other places," she said, remembering the fire that burned her homeland. "They are all ash now." There was a tinge of sorrow in her voice. Andromaque had learned not to let the past define her.

"So you are not from here?" the wolf said, turning and looking at him. Andromaque was confident and it had been ages since she had seen another wolf, talked to another wolf. Part of her longed for it, even though he seemed far from interested.