Dragoncrest Cliffs Not enough to make me drunk but just enough to make me tired

She stood, face into the wind, letting the salty breeze ripple through her pelt and sting her closed eyes. It sounded and smelled and tasted like homecoming. Bronco's howl was engulfed by the crashing of waves and the thrum of her own heart in her ears. 

Gently peeling open her lids, she looked out to the water, finding several small black dots upon the horizon.

Which of those was hers?

Can we visit the island, too? Blueberry asked, turning to look at Bronco with hopeful eyes. She'd long given up the thought of reuniting with Vesper there, but she longed for the familiar beaches and forests of her birthplace. The only place she'd ever been happy.