Ankyra Sound gatorwine

Returning to find the cliffs barren had been a shock at first. She worried for them, of course - the seal-nursed babes were still so little - but with the threat of pirates reduced to a pile of bones, Yura found herself caring little for Sapphique and the flecked Carnelian's whereabouts. At least, compared to one particular seawolf.

Her heart leapt to find @Sobeille's faint trail descending the rocky landscape to the cove below, picking her way carefully down until her grey paws sank into the soft, sun-warmed sand, feeling her toes curl almost unpleasantly. In all her moons spent at the coast, Yura had never quite grown used to the different terrain. 

Hugging the stonewalls, she followed a small, jagged set of prints to the mouth of a dark cavern and watched as the crab scuttled beneath a flat stone.