Seaside Moors life before death

There was a single moment in which he paused in his trek, breathless and buffeted by the winds that carried in the sea waters to the shores. The pale knight cast his eyes to the lapping of the swell against the sands. The sea was so vast and distant that it seemed as though it might never stop. All things there were different from the chilling, frost-touched north. There was a warmth to the air that he had never felt before. All his time had been spent enduring through the harshest winter that he had ever seen. To have arrived in a world that was not always gripped by the chilling hand of snow should have been surreal. To the voyager, it was nothing more than another passing landscape on his journey to his next job.
 
Overhead, the cries of sea birds sounded, drifting in a haphazard way before rising upward and disappearing among the grey stretch of clouds. There was a possibility of a storm on the distance, but it would not have reached where he trekked for some time. Beyond that, he could see that the sun was beginning to set behind the jutting mountain range. Before long, Guildenstern would be encased in a blanket of night. The pallid beast would be nothing but another star passing against a dark backdrop of space. He had not come across any others yet, and he was not certain that he would.

Most of Wraen's journeys outside Firebirds' nest were for practical reasons - gone were the days, when she would wander for the sake to explore only. Funny, she thought, how life had a tendency to go in full circles. There she was a year ago, stationed at Sunspire with eight hungry mouths to feed and three mothers to provide for, working herself in the ground to keep everyone fed and vowing never to get in the same situation again. And this summer? Pack had changed, location had changed, but the number of kids had not and here she was again, expanding her horizons to keep everyone going. The only difference being that down on the plains the food was easier to come by. 

She frequented the coastal area, scavenging for the morsels of food that the ocean had brought forth. However, the tides had changed and with no bounty there, the little hunter had walked further inland. It turned out to be a lucky move - lemmings had made home at the seaside moors. And by the looks and sound of it - many too. Two fruitful hours later her belly was full and she felt a pleasant tiredness in her limbs. But her intention to lie down and rest before her return home was interrupted by change in the winds that brought a fresh smell of another wolf in the vicinity. Curious and wary she walked through the grass, tasting the air carefully, trying to located the stranger. She was not far.