Silver Moraine toshin

@Sivaak

the wind shifted, carrying with it the scent of salt—faint, but unmistakable. suliya paused, lifting her muzzle to the air, letting the crisp bite of winter and brine settle deep in her lungs. it was distant, barely a whisper on the wind, but it was there.

the ocean.

her chest ached.

she had spent too long inland, watching the caribou, learning their ways, tracking their movements, guiding others in the hunt. she was good at it—born to it, even—but nothing could replace the sea. the rhythm of the tide, the call of the gulls, the way the world smelled different when the spray misted across her fur.

she exhaled slowly, letting her eyes drift to the horizon. the sky stretched endless and vast, but it wasn’t the same. no crashing waves, no endless blue. just snow, tundra, and the dark shapes of caribou moving in the distance.

suliya sighed, pressing a paw into the frozen earth. she had a duty here. but still, she missed home.