Dragoncrest Cliffs we’ll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom

sneaking away to the beach unnoticed was no easy feat for normally-timid coraline. she did not like being away from her mothers — but neither did she enjoy being so far from the sea that enchanted her so, or the feeling of being a rather disappointing daughter to the strong and haughty pair of women. mireille made a much better mini-me than she did. the sea-child desperately wished to emulate her sister in this, so rather than ask either of her mothers to accompany her to the beach, she set off on her own with a determined set to her babysoft jaw.

the sea was welcoming, despite the humid nip in the air that promised another imminent drizzle of icy rain. coraline strolled along the sands merrily, fancying herself ruler of the beach for a few blissful moments; fierce and in charge, like her mothers, but without the need to rule over wolves. she would sooner rule the sea, which was much prettier and more interesting than wolves.
if she thought to avoid wolves, however, coraline was terribly wrong. when a call rose for her mothers, she couldn't help but feel compelled to answer. at first, when she saw the dark figure and his small companion hovering near one prone on the sand, she thought little of it aside how unwelcome the intrusion was. the girl approached reluctantly, opened her mouth to inquire after the nature of this strange activity —
and promptly realized something was terribly wrong about this scene. something in the strange contortion of the body in the sand, the lack of warm scent emanating from it. the way the bigger wolf was pushing the smaller one away, as if the one in the sand was dangerous. after a few seconds, a few more feet closer, something clicked in coraline's head. this woman was dead.
she screamed.