Dragoncrest Cliffs a woman young and old

water splattered the sands, narrowly missing the sapphique woman. "yes," she said in a quiet voice, subdued after her day of rage. "you be on de boundaries of my pack."
she observed the sodden, wispy fur, the general weakness. "how long were you in de sea?" mireille asked after a moment, unable to keep her curiosity quiet.
she raised her head and glanced along the ocean, wondering now how far the woman had choked and been swept along. it felt she had so much salt inside her still.