Seaside Moors you will remember me

Gin had found that she was not fond of their numerous movements – switching from territory to territory in order to escape the impact of the rainfall had left the young wolf of the sea with a surly expression and a childish indifference to most of the things taking place around her. She’d sulked around the family den site for more than a week before deciding that her talents could be used in other ways. It was only then that the young pup had ventured out into the depths of their claim in search of ways to cause trouble.