Cerulean Cape breaking water

The salt in the air was particularly mesmerizing. Everything was new. Like a happy drunk on an acid trip, the young wolf had stumbled from one place to the next as she entered the Teekon Wilds. All Eva had seen since entering this weird place was beauty, a thing which swirled also with fear. Wolves and the scent of them littered nearly every leaf she turned over. Every new blossom seemed to have the tease of a few face, the idea of opportunity, of beasts anew.

Eva had passed through what felt like death and beyond. There was a boundary she didn't know was there, and after it, a new life waited for her. A thirst for that life drew her on, further in, following that fragrance of water and brackenwood.

At the cape, she noticed the worried step of a fellow traveler. Eva had been avoiding direct contact for the entirety of her travels, afraid of what she might find. But, being a social creature, it had been wearing on her. So she pushed forward despite that smell, and it was not long before she found herself in the view of a white wolf. Fear took her for a moment, and she paused in a half step, growling instinctively. To her nose, she knew the land was neutral. So, she abruptly barked out beyond, "Hello?!"