Ocean's Breath Plateau song of storms

The scar was shiny, pink, and soon to disappear beneath her fur.

And yet the mountain did not call.

Moontide sat in mourning, her husband lent his hand to Saltshore, and Tullik healed. But the mountain did not call to her. Her eyes traveled the shoreline.

It was soon to begin planning a family, but she was wed. It was a matron’s duty to decide where her children would whelp and be raised. But that was not a discussion to have herself.

She ducked into the den with a sleeve of fishskin pressed over her scar, the fur surrounding it wet, in the hopes it would reduce the scar and encourage the fur to grow back sooner. It was an ugly thing, her scar. But she matched her husband, she supposed.

@Chakliux ? She called. Was he here?