Dragoncrest Cliffs This sadness it comes in waves

As always the world continued to revolve. Duties continued to be done and wolves continued to leave. IT was as if they were all disconnected a bit from the tragedies now that had befallen their gentle coast and sandy shores.

He thought briefly of Chani and Chiro and was about to turn and head back to his manman when he crossed paths with his matant Mireille. A nudge to his shoulder and he returned a soft whine in answer. He watched her with golden eyes.

He followed behind her, too letting the cold of the ocean lay them both bear. It pressed against him, swelling and stirring. And it made his chest tighten. Granme Erzulie had loved the ocean.