Totoka River crush the fears of yesterday

Salt in the air; the sound of the waves. There was less tension in her shoulders now than there had been, but even so Seelie felt that she had not quite reached her nameless destination. She picked through the sands, tufted ears standing tall and alert, searching among the broken shells and bits of seaglass for — something. Some hint, some clue.

All she found was another wolf. Seelie stilled, ocean eyes flitting over the stranger as her nostrils flared to take in the scent of her. Another sea wolf, she thought; someone born to the water as much as she'd been. The inkpearl chuffed after a moment, inviting the other girl's attention, but her gaze remained wary.