Ankyra Sound river turns to dust

Finally she can no longer keep her discovery from her mind, and she finds herself pulled back to the coast. The wild-furred yearling retraces her steps to the shoreline slowly, knowing as soon as her feet touch the sand that she will not find what she is looking for. The scent is gone completely by now; all she has is the faint memory of it, burned permanently into her skull.
She tips her head back and calls for her sister anyway, a low, sustained note. It pierces the thick morning fog and rings out over the cold blue sea, but there is no response. She tells herself she'd known better than to expect one. She tells herself she's known for a long time. Even these thoughts can't stop the sting of tears gathering in her eyes; they do not spill over, but momentarily her eyes sting with heat. She closes them, and in time it passes.