Dragoncrest Cliffs I hope we find him before they find him

Dawn broke and spilled orange light across the waves that broke gently against the sandy shorelines. Chacal had been meandering along the shore for a couple hours now, searching. And in the gentle breaking light, she found it no easier to see what she was looking for. 

The truth was, she wasn’t really looking for something. She was searching, restless, perturbed, almost. Some pressing obligation had awakened her as though there had been some task she’d nearly forgotten to do. She struggled to pinpoint what it was. 

It felt like there was something she’d forgotten. Something she knew she wanted to do, and had perhaps planned- but whatever it was, it escaped her mind and left her unusually restless and full of energy that seemed to stem from the anticipation of whatever it was she was meant to do.

Was it anxiety? Was it excitement? She couldn’t tell. But what for? She knew Meerkat would give birth soon, so perhaps that was it…but somehow, it felt as though that wasn’t it.

So, she continued to weave along the shores, picking through kelp and tide pools, hoping at some point she might remember what it was she was so looking forward to.