The Sentinels hear the ocean breathe, exhale upon the shore

her delicate silhouette cuts against the foam-flecked shores of her mother's claim, backlit by the muted wash of early morn.  at her feet were waves churn against indomitable walls, and o'er her head tower the charred bones of donnelaith.  a chilly tug of ocean-breath tousels through her fur and in that moment she can feel them here:  deirdre, emaleth.

it is more astonishing and breathtaking in person than even the image that her parents' tales had crafted in her mind's eye.  broad strokes of her long legs draw her up the blackened cliffside, thin muzzle pointed towards @Ford and the bay.