Sequoia Coast Mother Called Me Home

The little shield-maiden did not bow beneath his gaze, a notch of respect wove it's way through his inner soul. She was strong of spirit, brave, a queen of the sea, like his mother, his sisters had been. She bore a countenance of one who perhaps had been upon the harshness of others, but hadn't they all.

"I am and I was. Once upon a time, I called these borders home. My mother, my father our pack, we rose amongst are brethren and made a home among these shores.

Steel gray eyes in masked face gazed out among the sea again, the birds catching the last of their meals, the rest finding a home to hole up in, silent.

"The birds always go silent, as the storm comes, and the sea gets louder. It was my lullaby as a child."