Sea Lion Shores our iron coffin

ganondorf had disappeared without a trace; with him went the marbled stone. how? astara spent long hours searching, never finding.

she did not lose hope, but astara was not thrilled either. after spending the early morning scenting (having learned that the damp mist and dew often communicated scents better than the dry hours of midday) astara rested ruefully in the shade. the sound of treading paws caused her ears to flick, and she watched impassively as merrick broke from cover and made towards her.

she did not rise. within the melonii tint of her gaze came invitation for him to come closer, should he be willing.