Hushed Willows We are stranger than earth with the seasons misled, stronger than her moods

With so much to do, it wasn't often that Morgra left the islands. Already she missed the familiarity of the sea. It wasn't even that far from here but it was far enough. She found that being in the forest left her feeling uneasy. She couldn't pinpoint why, but that didn't really matter; she always made sure to listen to her instincts. 

In doing so, she was set on leaving, returning home, letting the ocean embrace her again. But the sound of laughter made her pause. Someone else was here, enjoying themselves, and the speaker was intrigued. 

She tracked the scents and sounds through the willows until she saw the pair of pale golden wolves. They looked like they could be related. She was sure to make herself known, letting her steps make noise and releasing a soft chuff. They looked friendly enough.