Dragoncrest Cliffs We are painted with the fear that if the sea recedes, it never comes back...

Good morning, she agreed, stepping up to share a brief touch before sitting close on the sun warmed sand. She lifted her head some and closed her eyes, enjoying the silence and the play of the wind and water. It was hard to imagine the dread of her conversation with Haunt from before, with the sun beaming on them, but perhaps this was the best way for them to discuss.

Haunt spoke to me. She's been having dreams. Rosalyn began, paws shifting to bury themselves into the sand. Apparently she was visited by an unknown woman and told that Sapphique should leave. A wolf with dark fur.

Turning, Rosalyn watched to see if the same recognition would fire in her wife's expression. Who else could it be?