Dragoncrest Cliffs So I guess all these souvenirs are for her health

 all welcome, hoping for @Quennell and @Aminthe

She’d spent every last bit of her grief wailing into the waves where they crashed against a shelf of rock so loudly that even she could not hear her own voice. She timed her exhales with the rush of each wave, so her voice could be lost among the seafoam. It helped, but in the absence of her wails, she felt a hollowness sink in. 

She’d have too much time to think about it later, she was sure. She’d waver from self pity to anger, sway in between the lines of yearning and regret. But now that she’s exhausted herself, she sought warmth and companionship- and went straight for the den where her youngest siblings would likely be, though with every day their mobility grew and she knew soon enough they wouldn’t be so easy to track down. 

She uttered a low, chuffing noise as she approached the den, and flopped down on her side in the warmth of the sunshine, hoping one of them might be enticed to share a bit of sunlight with her.