Ocean's Breath Plateau i commune with nature

Judging by the heightened pace of the wind and the scent of salt upon the air, Avocet knew she had reached the coast. To make travel easier, she had moved inland several miles, but she was relieved to return to the ocean. Though she knew she was far away from her birthplace, the familiarity of the environment was a comfort to her.

She had detected some territorial marking, but it did not seem persistent enough to establish the plateau as the property of any pack. Still, the young she-wolf did not venture too far beyond these scanty and confusing borders: it was not worth the risk of being attacked, or even of being chased off. She had come too far, and this place bore the description of the plateau her father had spoken of on his dying breath.

Avocet rested on her slender haunches and lifted her snout, howling into the wind. Perhaps whomever had marked the area knew where she could find the woman she sought: Gylfie.