Seaside Moors echèk

the coastline is much longer and much larger than maleah had previously thought. it is vast, violent, unending; it shifts from sharp cliffs to bristling forests and to plateauing emerald-grass beaches.
the cold is biting. for the past few miles, maleah had kept her chin pressed to her chest in an effort to seek her own body heat; and every once in a while she had to pause and alternate which foot was lifted off the freezing ground.
she stood with little thibault between her and mireille; she pulled him to her side with a yank of her foreleg in order to shield him from the cutting wind. do you think either of them could've made it further inland? the children were not as young as they once had been; they could, within reason, go anywhere. i mean, they know how to swim, right? they could-- hm. she should stop talking.