Totoka River deltas

The older woman reinforced the things Ocean had heard before.

"...deserts with red rock and mountains that touch the clouds."

Her gut churns with a feeling she had felt before. The kind of nervous excitement she felt when travelers told her stories of the places they had been. Only this time, Gracious managed to plant a seed no one had exactly planted before.

Friends.

Something Oceane had not had many of. Something she wanted very badly. She deflated a bit, lips thoughtfully drawn down as she turned her head to look out towards the saltwater.

Do you...do you think the saltwater can miss the wolves that leave it? I know I'll miss it but...