Ocean's Breath Plateau till the rains from heaven did fall

hollis departed the mountain of falcons and continued on, following the sound of the ocean. when her paws met sand, it was not the first time, but it had been so long that the feeling of the substance may as well have been brand new. the ocean had taken her breath already in the days leading up to this one, but she still could scarcely believe the power of the sounds made by waves crashing against the shore. the din was like the breath of a sleeping monster.

she did not stand alone here, however. a trail of pawprints began where the sand grew damp and lead to a tall, timber-furred figure who stood in the shallows. hollis took her time approaching him, enjoying the warmth underfoot as the sand seemed to absorb the very sunlight despite the chilly, windy atmosphere. finally she paused just shy of the water line, lifted her head, and offered him a soft chuff.