Gilded Bay your body in electric blue

of all the places she's visited on the coast so far, she finds the bay one of the most beautiful; perhaps that's why she returns to it so frequently. she hasn't made the best memories here, though she aims to change that — such a pretty place can't be steeped in misery forever, she thinks. but her mood still sours a little as she moves toward the shore, and she doesn't even notice the presence of another wolf for several moments. then the rustling catches her attention, and she glances over just in time to watch the other finish her roll in the sand. her muzzle wrinkles slightly in distaste, but she doesn't say anything. instead she turns slowly and offers a single chuff, wondering if she's stumbled upon one of those wolves the tribes so often spoke of pityingly — a simpleton. one has to be rather young or rather stupid to roll in the sand like that, right? well, she thinks so.