Cerulean Cape laughter of the past

The ocean had scared Esma in the beginning. It had seemed so big, so strong and endless at the first glance that it had taken her many attempts to approach it and not jump back in surprise every time waves touched her paws. Step by step she had dared to walk so far as to have the water touch her knees, then elbows and in a moment of recklessness she had allowed her paws to leave the safe and solid ground and allow the water carry her. But just for a moment, because it is not easy for a forest wolf to befriend and trust a completely different element. 

While waiting for John's return she had dared to wander further and further away, until one day she did not know, how to get back, and when she eventually found the very same place, all scents and traces of wolves, who had been there once, had disappeared. She had expected to feel fear and anxiety, but she felt calm instead. Esma reasoned that, if John's god wished so, he would find her again. Like he always did. 

In the meanwhile, she filled her time, digging through debris that the waves had brought ashore, picking up pieces of fish and crab and seaweed to keep herself fed. And after that she would bid the endless waters goodbye and move onwards.