Dragoncrest Cliffs viciously and fatally attacked by an unknown animal at Claire's

Her coat was not quite as thick as Mallaidh's, but Grayday had passed down enough of his floof that she didn't feel the wind on her skin. Nor did her large frame feel buffeted by the force of the storm - despite the Spiritwalker not being her blood mother, it seemed that some of the woman's affinity for the sea had been shared with her as well.

The smell of the storm was exhilarating to the bear-like woman, and for this reason, she was dancing in it. Being among others had gone a long way toward soothing her sore spirit, even if she hadn't gotten to know them very well yet.

When she caught sight of a two-toned form racing for the trees, she paused her graceless twirling and followed after her. "Hi!" she called out, tail flicking droplets of water as it swayed back and forth. "This is gonna be some storm, huh?"