Ocean's Breath Plateau voyage

Iiana paced a little at the compliment – oh how guilty she felt to be this old and yet fluster at even the simplest of compliments. her tail picked up speed before she cleared her throat to hear the news and her eyes widened.  

time flies, wow. she plopped onto the grass, almost like the weight of everything became too much for her. two, nearly three litters were made and i haven't even had my own! she chuckled before continuing. congrats to you! you fit it so nicely! you must walk with stride now. puff your chest until the bones of your back crack like that of an old wolf! she demonstrated briefly, playful as ever.

what brings me back? the ocean, probably. the bright green of her eyes softened to a color like blossoming spring grass as she spoke, her voice just as soft. and of course, it just felt right to return. i mean, i'd left without so much as a word.. just felt like it was a duty to do – or something like that. i'd like to return.