Ocean's Breath Plateau babcia

Moontide remained small, and Marina remained devoted wholly to her children. After a time the fear had started to wear off, and now she had settled into something of a routine. In many ways this was preferred. In a lot of other ways, it scared her. She loved them, and her life, but it felt lacking. She hoped that things would improve as they aged.
She took a rare break to walk the shores, and found one of her packmates fishing. Someone she didn't know, but Marina supposed that couldn't be helped; she was always busy, always trying to make sure she thought of everything. Rodyn and Samani were a blessing, but she wanted to be self-sufficient as much as possible. And that made her something of a hermit.
Hey, Marina greeted, stopping a few feet away from the rock he stood on. You're new. She didn't have conversations with many outside of her children anymore, and it showed. Almost apologetically, she added. I'm Marina.