Dragoncrest Cliffs One still on the vine

Along the beach the dark wolf meandered, turning over rocks and shifting driftwood aside. Searching, as the sands shifted, following the tideline looking for anything of interest. Having been away from the ocean for months, returning to it made everything she found seem like a treasure. Shells, sand dollars, crab claws and other things were marvelled at. Especially those shells which, when cracked open, showed a beautiful array of iridescent blues, greens and silvers. These were what she was searching for. 

She had a small pile already, of six or seven pieces of shell she found pretty enough, but she searched for more. She imagined pressing them into the earth near the sea lavender bush she'd planted not far from her den- and how it might create a beautiful garden that would be colourful all year round.